It's Autumn

As I drive slowly the switchbacks and hairpin turns of this narrow road winding down a glorious Arizona mountain, route unfamiliar… duration unknown, I watch the gold fallen leaves blowing across the path laid out in front of me they seem so sublime, and yet… so melancholy, beautifully carefree in the awareness that time is fading into winter. The sun is giving such incredible glory to the moment of this season, that I swear I can see a million miles away, the air so clear, sweet and pure, that I swear I can smell the scent of finality blending with eternity. -The leaves and I roll along, together basking in the grace of this scene that feels like a part of forever. In the fall of life we more clearly recognize winter on the far horizon, and yet, we are becoming more cognizant of of the real destination beyond even that. A destination of far greater significance, a destination where leaves and lives and loves don't fall… don't die. The leaves and I continue moving along our way, finding more hope as we get closer, watching more keenly, more joyfully, for the sign we somehow know we are bound to see: "Welcome Home All you wayward travelers".