To be a Child in the Fall

Color explosion.

Fall practically pounced this year. Nothing gradual. Nothing held back.



Autumn is extravagant.





Parking lots become galleries for nature's best works.



Forest turns cathedral.



Lakes glow with hues not their own.



And children pick up leaves to remember the beauty of this day. This season.



This is worship, to play under the trees and celebrate the beauty, unconcerned with the season ahead. Because today, the sky is brilliant and the ground is golden and the leaves rain down like kisses.



Lord, let me always be a child in the fall.