I can never quite define what it is about Autumn that I love so much. It, more so than any other season, seems to speak to my soul, to lift my spirit and inspire me to creative tranquility. A good friend said once that Autumn is more romantic than the other seasons and perhaps that is why I love it more than Spring. The fading leaves and vibrant colours, the cool evenings and wind that blows across your face and through your hair.
Autumn signifies the closing of the year, a time to rest and reflect on the events that have moved you, a time to gather with that loved one and watch the sun set beneath trees garbed in a golden hue and watch silver skies streaked with dark blues and grays glow with the fiery colours of the sun. Its like the full rich sound of a violin when played soft and low, and like the soft expressive voice of a young girl in love and it reaches into the depths of my soul and fills me with a precious longing I can hardly express. Thank you Father for Autumn.