The fading beauty of Autumn is perfect and fitting.
Our first child came in Spring. I remember heading home from the hospital to pick up a few items and seeing Knoxville alive with blossoms and vibrant color. Pink petals lined the streets. I felt as though the whole earth was celebrating the birth of my daughter.
Autumn speaks of another beauty. Like Spring, it is a temporary beauty. But it is going and not coming. It is the beauty of goodbye and “until tomorrow.” Yet it’s beauty is no less real, and the change itself hints at hope. There is beauty in the ashes and beauty will spring from the ashes. Even as the colors fade out, I am reminded the colors will fade in again.
So as my family drove the Foothills Parkway today, the Fall colors comforted me. The wind whipped leaves waved goodbye.