Fall is Here

The air is chill with Here Comes Fall.  You know...that certain smell and crispness that is in the air when summer is saying its goodbyes.  I have a sudden urge to pull out my sweater and wrap it tightly around me a I sit on the front porch with my hands around a mug of hot tea.  There's something about a fall morning that makes me  in tune with nature.  And as sunlight reflects on leaves of gold and orange, I revel in the beauty that God has given to us.

I believe that I am in the Fall of my years...and in this bright Autumn, I find little discontent.  My colors are changing, and though they are different than the colors I bore in my Springtime, they are no less lovely.  There is a vibrancy, an understanding and a grace I now have that was foreign to me back then.  My colors scatter in the breeze and blanket the earth.  I am alive...