If you’ve been waiting, now’s the time to act. There’s not much time left. Several days of high winds have blown a lot of the leaves off the trees but there’s still groves of golden aspen in the mountains. You may have seen photos in the newspapers, but pictures don’t come close to the experience.
You need to find a thick grove of aspen (or birch trees or anything similar). It doesn’t need to be anything special, doesn’t need to be situated around a lake or below a mountain. Any good community will do, although my personal preference is for the groves with the tallest trees, where the aspens seem to reach for the sky, and take you along with them.
Find yourself a comfortable place in the middle of the grove and just stand or sit—a strategic spot where you are surrounded by the trees, can hardly see beyond the pale bark of the trunk and the curving branches, where you can look up into the treetops.
Then do nothing except breathe, smell, feel. The earth, the slightly decaying leaves, the holy wash of light, the soft clapping of the aspen leaves in the wind, your heart softly beating.
You’ve achieved aspen enlightenment.