Falling for Autumn

   There is something beautiful about fall. There's something special about the opportunity to marvel at the end of life and see a glory in the trees that looks like it was painted by the hand of the Almighty.  I know that Georgia does not have the most spectacular autumn but to me it is enough to give me a sense of awe. As the leaves put on a grande finale that no fireworks show can match, all I can do is feel an overwhelming sense of peace, an permeating thought that everything will be alright in the end. 
   And  it is the end really. Fall represents the end of the life, the end of the beauty of the year for a time. After the great crescendo of deep reds, yellows and oranges; we all go hand in hand into the depths of the dark and dreary winter with nothing to look forward to but new life and color in the spring. But that is alright. Fall reminds me of the important lessons of knowing that every great and beautiful thing comes to an end in order to make room for the fresh and new.
    But these new things do not have to wait for the round buds of spring. We have to see opportunities to take advantage of the different environment around us. Yes, gone are the splashing sounds of diving into the cool river to avoid an oppressive heat and the smell of fresh cut grass. But those sensations been replaced by the sound of crunching leaves and the stinging aroma of a warm fire that you sit around for hours catching up with a friend on a cold night.
   Its is real happiness to know that whatever changes life throws toward us, the seasons march on, blessing the simple bystander with sights of an unimaginable and dreamlike glory, sights of a type of life that becomes truly beautiful, powerful and then fades into peaceful oblivion.