As it was, in the course of my daily labors: quite a cool and blustery day. The clouds formed the bottoms of waves as as I looked up to the surface of the lake-like sky. I’ve witnessed the waves in silence, hidden beneath the torrents and spray, secluded in the fathoms of crystal clear waters. For those who have not tried diving, I would highly recommend it.
But today, I did not find myself in the mute subaquatic. Rather, it was rustling the honeylocust leaves that have turned the sidewalks golden-brown with their departure. Frankly, I didn’t mind the wind; a little herringbone wool and sweater will thwart the tempests. The rain held off, and allowed room in the thoroughfares of the air for the gentle aromatics of the season to wander into my way and remind me just how good the earth smells in the fall. Blessed be God for the richness of autumn!