The Road Home

I always love the road toward home.

But the last few days, the road seems paved with more gold than a mall jewelry store.

Whether the sky was drab as the 0.70 of rain fell this week or whether the white puffy clouds were posed in the sunshine of a cerulean sky, autumn has been a celebration of beauty.

The time to appreciate it is now. As the winds blow, the leaves will let go of their fragile grip on branches. And winter will come with its icy grip.

Sunset - November 4, 2013

Like a sunset, the scene shifts subtly, second by second. And it will be a different kind of beauty ...

The same sunset - maybe 5 minutes later

If only I open my eyes.