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Falling Leaves

I know there’s a perfectly logical and scientific explanation for the dazzling change of color that paints its way across once verdant boughs of vegetation. Somehow, though, I prefer to marvel at the magic of nature and the drama within the changing of seasons. To sit beneath canopies of flaming and golden foliage, listening to wafts of crispy air wind around weakening stems, and breathe in the earthy essence of their changing chemistry as their delicate descent covers the earth in confetti, is one of the most decadent and delightful expenditures of autumn time. To lie atop a carpet of color that rivals any yellow brick road and gaze above through baring branches at the sapphire brilliance of the heavens and hear the rustle of life cycling into the ground to sustain new generations of growth is perhaps a wonder that has truly never received the appropriate billing in God’s list of award-winning performances.