To Every Thing, There Is A Season

Fall is my favorite season. The colorful leaves, bright blue skies, fluffy white clouds, sunny days and crisp nights make my soul sing.

Even though the riotious color signals the end of growth and death to some plants, what a glorious way to go!

When I leave this world, I want to go out in a similar blaze of glory. I hope to leave people I have known and loved, touched.