No matter how rushed I am, there is something about autumn that compels me to pause and reflect. The world is whirling, technology grows exponentially, the pain and suffering of mankind seems overwhelming, and yet, the leaves begin their unhurried change from green to gold. One season transforms into another just as it has done since the beginning of time. There is something utterly comforting about that.
I love the dependability of autumn. Just when I think I can no longer stand the harsh prairie winds and extreme temperatures, the days begin to soften and cool down. A gentleness transforms the landscape and the glare becomes a glow. The land is moving into the fallow season and my spirit leans into that respite.
But autumn is also sobering. Whether or not I have accomplished the things I set out to do over the past months, this year is drawing relentlessly to a close. The high energy of spring has given way to a measured pace and exuberant confidence is replaced with a quiet optimism. I realize once again that I am finite and the time I have left to do good on this earth diminishes each time the leaves take on their breathtaking color. I want to make this season count.
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