Have I mentioned that I love fall?
Despite the melancholy feeling I get in my bones knowing that autumn signals the approach of winter, I still love this season.
The maple in the gazebo park is turning orange from the top down again.
The smell of baking apples mixed with brown sugar and cinnamon...and the way that apple crisp bubbles and browns.
Pumpkins and mums on the sidewalk by the grocery store.
A walk in the woods with my beloved husband yesterday. Just the two of us. Holding hands, watching the sun dapple down through the leaves. Remembering the autumn eighteen years ago when we first realized our friendship had moved to an even deeper kind of love.
And tonight, not long past twilight, my daughter running in joyous circles on the seminary lawn. An almost perfect half-moon (waxing) and one very bright star in a field of almost royal blue. Blue, silver and white. A beautiful night.