Autumn Shorts

“Ginger, would you look at that.” Lighting strikes- air expands, thunder growls. Brilliant flashes, intense heat, tongues of flames lick the wind stirring up the breeze. Explosions between cascading envelopes of silence signal: the Lion has awaken.

Glassless reflections multiply the color. Vibrant green melts to yellows orange and drips red. Air above the waters spark with a hidden energy. Soft ripples form where a graceful maple leaf finished its journey, its maiden voyage from a land not far away, but distant in time. This- this is Cindy’s favorite time of year; autumn, when she drinks in the beauty of God’s creation with every heartbeat- holding her breath, trying to capture the essence of every passing moment like fireflies in a jar. No one can hold their breath forever, and so autumn passes- handing over the baton to Winter’s cold, allowing the frost and snow to paint the landscape a new color. Only for a season though, for as new breath brings fresh air to the lungs- so autumn will return.