It won't be long, and the colors of autumn will be replaced with a blanket of white. So take my hand and walk with me through the small town we call home as we show you God's work in all its splendor. Stop walking for a minute and look up at the maple trees lining the street, their leaves multi-colored, creating a picture once seen and never forgotten. Look down the side streets as children jump into piles of freshly raked leaves, their parents laughing, remembering when it was them who jumped. Autumn means bringing out the jackets and your favorite scarves and boots for those who can't wait. Autumn is apple cider, pumpkin pie, and giving thanks for the blessings we've received. It's family and friends together again, and the voices of children being children filling the house with laughter and love. Autumn is something so beautiful we hold onto it for as long as we can before those blankets of snow creep toward us, and we string colored lights to cover the white. All seasons have their beauty, but mine happens to be autumn, which is one masterpiece everyone can relate to.
MO
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