Thursday, October 27, 2011

Merry Fall

You know how one day you wake up and realize fall is here? Today was that day.  I spotted a cluster of trees wearing the festive red and gold of the season, and behind the drizzle, the air held that unique depth, that crispness you can feel clear to you lungs. It's like breathing air that was just born.
Unfortunately I was running late so I didn't have time to fully celebrate the change of season, but it turned out okay, because for lunch I had (drumrolll.....) soup! Potato soup, no less.  Does it get any more fall than potato soup? It was like the welcoming ceremony for a new season. 
Now, my favorite season of all is Christmas season, but since fall is neighbors with Christmas season, it's pretty nice too. Nothing beats tugging on hat and winding a scarf around your neck, a travel mug in one gloved hand. Except maybe a glass of red in front of a starter log fire while buried under a down blanket with a fresh novel.
And, soup.
So, today I'm grateful for fall.  Thank you, Jesus, that you made this lovely earth, and that you made seasons. Thank you for the example of frail leaves, an image of what it means to have a temporary life that gets prettier through all it's stages. Thank you for the way you make air taste so good this time of year, for the sensation of being cozy, and of course, for soup.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for putting it in such sensory-rich words. I love fall, also.