It might be bleak and depressing to some. But to me, the late fall brown and gray is beautiful. The colors are there, but they are subtle. I enjoy sitting roadside with fresh brewed coffee and finding them.
I sit and listen, and I sit and watch the last of the leaves roll down the road with the wind. There is a balance between color and texture that pleases the senses.
It is as if the season has allowed life to slow to a pace I can finally comprehend.