Fall is one of my favorite seasons. I love the colors on the trees and the feeling of the cool air. I love the time of reflection of all the things that come to fruition in the fall. Often I go to the park to watch the kids play in the leaves. I used to love doing that myself. I liked the crunching sound the leaves would make as I walked on them.
Fall can also be a lonely time. You think about all the people and places that you will never see again. You notice that everything seems to be dying around you. Yet there is a beauty to behold in the colors of the dying leaves. There is also a beauty to behold in the life of a person you hold dear.
