The first leaves are waving their good-byes as they fly through the air and land softly to the grassy green below. The summer is coming to an end with all his lovely voices at night. The ferns found already their way back into their roots and nights are filled with a crisp chill. Sad though about this summer-season ending I am welcoming the autumn with its golden, red, yellow and orange colors that are warming from inside instead. I stop and watch the squirrels how they prepare for the winter and hope for their best. I hear the wind picking up the leaves - a promise for laughing children at play. And a wish emerges in my heart of being small again, connected so much more to the changing of the seasons and the importance of stopping and listening and just being!
