We are in the throws of Autumn, the season of the eternal evening. The dusky shadow encases the sky in a quiet mysterious way from dawn to dusk. The shadows are ever long, the sun's heat is loosing the battle to warm the earth. While the afternoons are still warm, the mornings are crisp, and the evening warmth looses quickly. The wind whips up the dust of the earth and carries the leaves in a swirling fashion bringing squeals of delight from playing children. There is no need for store bought toys this time of year. The trees produce enough entertainment as we try to catch the falling leaves, and pile the ones on the ground into various formations and giant heaps. The earthy smell the broken leaves sets time still to remember the seasons of years past. I'm tempted to walk all day in anticipation of the sound of the crunching leaves under foot, to take it all in one last time before God sets his winter blanket upon us. You can almost see it looming in the air, the sky looks closer in this season, almost as if I could touch it. A reminder of the shelter God provides through the winter and the warmth He will keep in our homes.
