I love the green warmth of summer. Yet, when I see the fall leaves fall soften cement paths along the river with their myriad colors, when I gaze over lawns of green and orange constantly changing with the blowing breezes, then I am grateful. For trees: the shelter they so selflessly provide, their quiet, majestic grace, and their unique ability to remind me of a beauty which we humans are unable to create. I sigh, and wonder. And I am Grateful.
SOFTLY …
MORE BOLDLY
GETTING LATER
