I took a bike spin over the North Bridge in Concord, MA and into Estabrook Reserve (the old road to Carlisle). There’s no need for an e-bike on a gorgeous day with favorite tunes playing. In Estabrook it was like the forest, confident through a thousand winters, let slip the robe she spun all summer, made spectacular in the angled light of October and let loose as a tender wind promised winter’s mad force. The late sun cascaded through a million trees. It seemed to burn colors most vividly where it pooled longest. Some leaves became translucent. Perhaps a billion leaves danced. Some let go, subjects of the subject — particle of the part past perfect — joining the forest’s robe on the floor. Returning to the soil from which they came to begin (again?) a far slower dance of far larger parts.

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James F. Boyle

CEO & Founder of Sustainability Roundtable Inc.; Founder & Director, Alliance for Business Leadership (non-profit). My personal, informal & evolving, opinion: