Echoes of Autumn
Fall is my favourite time of year. Sometimes I’m not sure why; it’s a bittersweet season of harvest and endings. I’d like to say it’s solely about the fiery colours rather than the philosophical implications, but that would be a lie. I love witnessing the culmination of summer’s growth. In some ways, the brilliant leaves feel like the final form God designed for the trees: one last burst of glory before winter sweeps in with its icy, desolate breath. There’s a certain beauty in this finality, made even more poignant by how fleeting the season truly is. If you don’t make a point to step outside and take in the autumn canopy, you’ll miss it entirely and have to wait a full year for its return. It is a vivid reminder that life’s moments are passing, urging us to pause and savor them while they last. After all, there is a season for everything. So go experience the splendour of fall, and praise God for His wonderful creation!