Feeling Fall

Today, as I walked from my car to the bank, I felt the first hint of fall.  There is one moment each year, when the temperature settles, yet the sun still warms the pavement.  A bare perception of moistness in the air refreshes the soft afternoon stillness and signals the end of summer.  There is a promise of cooler evenings and unhurried mornings; of a steaming cup of coffee, enjoyed with the morning paper. A leisurely walk with the dog as the sun spills soft color over  the eastern hills.  This moment isn't a time that can be pinpointed, or circled on a calendar.  It is when God, ever so subtly begins to stir time.  It always takes me by surprise, but for as long as I can remember, I always notice the change.  It’s as if it’s a special little gift that God surprises me with each year and it can happen anytime between July and October.  I've grown to expect this event, but I can never predict its arrival.  I always feel as though God is reminding me that He is in charge and I can’t rush the change of the seasons.  It is such a special moment, and was even more meaningful today, when a dried Sycamore leaf swirled down in front of me, brushing gently against my cheek; like a kiss from heaven.

Written by

Paula Glauber