I looked across the house and through the living room window. The clouds were starting to darken.
Dark gray underbellies, scudding across the sky. I thought that I had better go feed the animals before the rain came.
Hurry, hurry, hurry! Isn’t that the way? Never. Enough. Time.
On the way back from the barn I stopped. I made myself slow down. I breathed. I noticed the trees.
Such simple things, really.
Their leaves changing colors, popped against the darkening sky.
A smile curved the lips.
I felt kind of silly standing in the middle of the yard, before the rain came, just staring at trees.
Fiery beauty. God’s painting.
Autumn was coming.