I stepped outside today to soak up any last remnants of the sun before it tucked itself away and darkness crept into its position.
So fleeting are the days when sunshine and warm temperatures embrace, emphasizing the beauty that envelopes us. The intense color that paints the scenery in a perfect harmony of crimson, amber and goldenrod.
Look up and witness the clouds as they gracefully drift by in perfect white puffs, as if just painted onto the azure sky.
Observe the birds, as they pepper the heavens in cheerful groups while the bugs huddle together in a low formation, knowing that this stretch of warmth will not linger long.
Gradually the sun silently drifts downward, grasping its blanket of warmth while leaving a chill in the air.
Oh what a perfect fall afternoon decorated by God, grab hold and be grateful...