Love letter from the sun

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
~Albert Camus

I have a theory about autumn, about those glorious golden leaves, red leaves, burnished leaves exploding with light. At this time of the year the sun is low and in the afternoon, when its light is golden magic, kissing and caressing everything with its glory, its angle is so oblique that it gets trapped in the leaves. It is this trapped light that turns the leaves yellow, red, orange, sienna. This beautiful light trapped and burning bright. It is too much beauty for the fragile leaves to endure and they must fall to the ground like Icarus having got to close to the sun, too close to pure beauty...