A few days ago, I was driving home and the sunset was so exquisite, it drove my heart wild.  I drove in passionate pursuit of it, past home, past all the streets I could recognize, until I found a remote hill to park on.  I took it in for a while, a huge smile on my face as I marveled for the thousandth time at how I’ve never seen two sunsets that look precisely the same.  The arrangement, the hues, the painting of the surrounding clouds- something is always at least a little bit different.  God’s artistry is so perfect and so unendingly varied, it takes my breath away and I feel so deliciously close to Him in these moments. 

As night fell, the weather radically shifted.  The wind began blowing and a chill took root in the air that made my throat ache and my whole body shiver.  I’ve missed that feeling so much; the feeling of needing to get wrapped up in the shelter of something warm, of feeling the blood rush to my cheeks to heat them, the slightly painful sting of cold air that makes the surface of my skin hum with electricity.  Autumn is finally beginning to feel like Autumn, and I can’t wait to rush into its open arms and convey how much I’ve missed it.  I hope the leaves turn gold enough to breathe new life into my poetry.

x r