Fall

This is our fourth Autumn in the Pacific Northwest. As beautiful as it is here, Fall just isn't the same as in Ohio. Ohio memories - I love the colors of the leaves against the beautiful blue sky. I love the crisp feeling in the air. I love the rustling sound of walking through leaves. Sometimes the light and feeling in the air come together in a way that's truly magical. 

Part of our street is lined with maple trees that turn vivid red in the Fall. It was Spring when we moved in and we didn't even take notice of the trees. We didn't realize that maple trees aren't abundant out here as they are in Ohio - especially maple trees that turn this color of red. The other day I heard a rustle of leaves and saw a runner scattering the leaves beneath this tree. The sound, the colors - and almost the right feel in the air - what a gift!