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Autumn
is a symphony of colors. When I was younger I didn't like autumn because to me
it meant that winter was closing in and lovely summer was hopelessly left behind
in dim memories of warm and careless summer days.
Now I see things differently: when the trees die in an explosion of colors and
the autumn storms rattle the windows, there is time for new experiences, new
ideas and seeing things in a new light.
The air serene and clear, the smells of autumn leaves in the forest, the special
daylight which slowly turns into darkness, a little bit earlier, a little bit
faster each day.
- All this reminds me of God's creation.
All living things must die like the trees in the winter. Every spring of our
lives, we can live to watch God's wonder; life coming back, escaping from
winter's cruel grip, the ressurection from the deep sleep of death.
With no seasons we would not be able to see so clearly how the wheel of life turns, making
days into months, into years, into decades
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