Red Tree Leaves

I love this time of year because the leaves change colors. My favorite tree changes from a dark, forest green to a cornucopia of pinks, reds, and orange.

I remember the first time that this tree caught my eye: it was September 12th, 2001. I had been stuck in my East Village apartment the night before (September 11th). All I could think about that evening was getting back home to New Jersey to see my family again.

On the day of September 12th, after visiting with my family, I went for a walk. I found myself sitting underneath this tree. I was captivated by its beauty. I would lay down under the tree and just stare up at the leaves. Their lush red and pink color gave me some kind of hope that the world was going to be okay. I watched as the leaves so nonchalantly fell from their branches.

Every year I make a point of going and visiting this tree that had been such a safe haven for me after the tragedy of 9/11. I still like to lay underneath it and stare at the sky through the leaves; and I like to hold the fallen leaves in my hands and investigate their unique color schemes.

This tree is like a sanctuary for me; a true gift from God. It's beauty still holds me in awe.