Fall

As the leaves drop from the trees and the Holidays approach, I get a little melancholy. I get lost in the beauty of Fall. I adore the beautiful splay of brilliant colors that paint the canvas of my everyday activities. I love the reluctant cool air that finally soothes after a seemingly eternal summer. I love the feel of a sweater on my arms and the comfort of heavy blankets on a warm bed. Almost as soon as Fall arrives, I begin to mourn its passing. I always have. At first thought, Christmas seems overwhelming and looming with lists and business I'd rather avoid. I prefer the long walks accompanied by the sounds of crisp leaves scurrying across the pavement. I love the brilliant sunsets of this time of year. I'd like to stay here for awhile longer.

I came across this poem by Ruth Bell Graham, and it made my heart happy to see that perhaps another person shared my love of this season:

They come and go so quickly
Spring and Fall...
as if they had not really come at all.
Perhaps 
we could not take
too much of beauty,
breath-catching glory,
ecstasy without relief;
and so...
God made them
brief. 
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