The light by which we see in this world comes out from the soul of the observer. - R.W. Emerson

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Autumn

It was a beautiful day. The air was icy like a fresh mountain lake. I was out buying a sandwich, trying to get some food before my noontime conference call with New York. I looked up and saw the autumn leaves, sparkling in the gentle sunshine, dancing in the breeze. They were orange and golden yellow, fringed with the prettiest green. The sky behind it was a clear glassy blue. I looked, time stopped and the world was one.

God's glory, on a busy Tuesday.

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