My favourite strips in the Calvin and Hobbes are those which are set in fall. Calvin and his pal tramp around the woods in his neighbourhood and discuss topics of gravity with the nonchalance only Calvin is capable of. While the world around him prepares for winter, and the leaves desert the trees, the thoughtful side of the otherwise devilishly scheming kid comes out. The amusing violence of his imagination is replaced by an unnatural calmness in thought, so very unlike Calvin.
Fall is a season that is bound to make even the most insensitive person think of the transience of our life. It is the philosophy of life in action. Be born green and young, stumble through to the sharp bright colours of age and wisdom before finally cutting themself from the tree of life. This notion of eventual death for all is not the most pleasant thought, but that is the unspoken truth. We are only here as visitors, stragglers with the larger, more important personalities that shape our world. And since we are on this one, long holiday here on earth, everyone ought to make their mind and like it!
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