Just one glance out the window and I am pulled in - the beauty of this season has me enchanted. It sends me running out the door, laughing and twirling as the leaves acknowledge my spirited dance and join in, a red and golden fiery serenade of color, leaping on the winds to swirl around me. Oh, how well the autumn disguises it's subtle announcement that cold is coming by distracting us with her prettiness.

And soon, I'm not dancing anymore.

Instead, I am standing alone in the elements, as naked as the trees around me that long ago shed their leaves. Like bare bones exposed, lifeless and skeletal. Do the trees try as desperately as I to cling to their leaves, to hold to that which must be shed, knowing that it only marks the end of a season, and the beginning of a season where they must stand to face the storm. Naked and stripped, weathered and torn. Waiting. Waiting, Waiting to be made new.

Oh Autumn, I have never understood you as I do in this moment.