All one has to do is open his eyes.
When the crisp yellow-greens fade to deep ochre and lovely terre verte, I know the season has changed. The early morning fog acts as a grey backdrop, making the oranges and deep greens even more vivid. The greens still hold their familiar yellow undertones, but they have changed over the months that I have been away.
As the temperatures drop to freezing at nights, I notice the pure whiteness of sandy trails. Like snow, the sand crunches underfoot, instead of sucking my feet downward, making my stride more laborious. With the new lightness of my feet, my eyes focus ahead. Somehow, the sunrises seem even more brilliant against the cooler colors of the bald cypress and live oaks. The changes in color may not be as noticeable as the dramatic fall foliage of the north, but, to me, it is equally as beautiful.