Beautiful sunrises greet me as I drive my husband to work.
Another day alive. I continue to learn to make the best of my moments. Life is not a guarantee.
Back at the house, the smell in the air reminds me of the times I spent at camp when I was growing up. The almost naked trees allow the sun to filter through the branches.
When the leaves turn colors in autumn, I am always drawn to their beauty. Â As the season continues, the leaves turn brown, shrivel up and die. I rake them up and shovel them back onto the property.
Life resembles the season of the leaves. In the autumn of our lives, we become more beautiful as we look back and realize how much wisdom we truly have. We allow ourselves to be who we are and not who others want us to be. But then our bodies, like the leaves, start to wither. And slowly, ever so slowly, we fall to the ground and die.
Our words and actions are composted back through those who love us.
We need to stop and see the beauty in the people around us while they/we are alive.