Autumn is such a beautiful time of the year. I find so many people who look upon fall as an ending, as a final blow before the long winter hits. But I see a time of renewal, a time of beauty and so much more.
Regina Spektor quotes in one of her songs, "leaves become most beautiful, when they're about to die." In the autumn, our [New England] world is shocked with color - reds, yellows, oranges everywhere. The warmth of the sun flows through the trees and we are surrounded by a golden glow, one unique to the September and October months.
No, no. It does not end here. The crisp fall mornings bring the feeling of a soon-to-be revival, a making-of-ways for the new life. The slight chill in the air refreshes, brings back to life the heat-deadened senses.
I love these days. I love sweaters and I love tea and I love the friendships that re-kindle in the fall. I love the feeling of peace and calm that can only come with a season un-marred by past occurrences. I love the constant reminder of God's grace and beauty, so vibrantly displayed.
How could I not??
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