Frigid air air bringing the lungs wide awake in the morning.
Trees bursting into explosions of gold, red, and orange.
Woodsmoke drifting through the air, tickling the nose.
The whooshing tap-a-tap-a-tap-a-tap of the sprinkler as it douses the lawn.
Days grown short, as light gives way to encroaching darkness.
Pumpkins, gourds, and haystacks, and scarecrows all coming out to play.
Birds flocking at feeders, raucous in their determined efforts to prepare for winter.
Crackling fire pits sending sparks to play with the stars glittering the night sky.
The strong sense of God at work in changing seasons, as the year's youth gives way, and its end draw nearer.
May we walk these days filled with the sure knowledge of God's presence and peace, assured of His love and covenant, and delighted by His many gifts.
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