Recently I was at our cabin watching the gold leaves circling around and around and down through the crisp Fall air to the ground. I soaked in the gleaming moment like the last warm rays of sunlight before nightfall. I wanted to take a photograph . . . capturing the essence of time as one season in nature and myself - flowed silently into the next.
When we came back the next day, all the leaves had fallen creating a soft wet carpet on the ground. The time for savoring was gone. It happened so quickly . . . before I was ready to let go.
So do our lives pass before us. We move so quickly from one season to the next . . . before we catch our breath, we must move on.
