It is October, September has been swept away
and the summer is long over. While
gazing at the changing colors in the leaves in the hills, they seem to shout
out a million small goodbyes. The lake
water is no longer warm and the breezes seem to always originate from a
northerly track rather than from the warm gulf-stream. As I hike high up in the hills, the trees
remind me of their long standing presence from season to season over the course
of a multiplicity of years. They have
witnessed a collection of good seasons and bad seasons, but yet they still
stand. If they could speak to the
history they have beheld. Their
fortitude is a testament to our need as humans to persevere.
In the
mornings, the steamy fog arises from the surface of the nearby lakes high into
the morning sky causing the hills to appear as if they are yawning… awaking if
you will to the dawn of a new day. The
mid-day sky seems so clear, crisp and bright as the blue hues awaken and
insight enthusiasm within our souls. And
each evening, the beauty of nature explodes across the horizon with so many
wondrous colors that fill the sky before the darkness of evening arrives.
So it is
October, the last of any lingering summer days to tell us goodbye, and with it
a time to reflect upon the great gifts we have all been provided in this life, and
proof God is indeed alive.
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