There’s a cool breeze blowing. It’s stiff and slightly damp. One that doesn’t necessitate a coat but sends a shiver down your back.
There’s no rain yet, but it’s coming. The fresh smell accompanies the wind that’s carrying it in.
For now, the leaves look like rain.
Yellow ones tinged all around with brown. Bright red ones that look almost fake. And the deep browns that crackle when they hit the ground.
The sun is on it’s last legs and a cool blue light peeks through the cloud cover.
The gravel crunches under my boots loudly. The eggs rattle gently in the basket.
Near the house I can hear the sounds of giggles and yells from the cracked open front door. No telling how much eating is actually happening at the table.
I stop, take one more deep breath of the cool air. Look up at the towering trees slowing lighting on fire.
Yep. It’s here. It’s fall.
Change has a way of creeping up on you. Things move right along, day by day, moment by moment. And then all of the sudden you look up and it’s all different. You wonder when it happened. Because if you don’t stop, open your eyes and actually look- then you miss the subtle changes. The indications that it’s time for something new, something different.
The days keep moving, the years speed up and things change. In their own time. In their own season.
“There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—
A time to give birth and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.
A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate;
A time for war and a time for peace.
What profit is there to the worker from that in which he toils? I have seen the task which God has given the sons of men with which to occupy themselves.
He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end.”
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