An Invitation to Dream
One of my favorite things about growing-up in the Midwest was experiencing all four seasons.There’s beauty to be found in winter, spring, summer and fall along with a sense of disappointment in how fast they seem to come and go. I love how seasons bring rhythm and familiarity in the ordinary daily grind of life but just as you start to settle in and get comfortable with the scenery it changes.
This particular fall day the trees outside my front window were brilliant with color.
Each leaf in its final act of life burst forth with radiant colors before eventually falling to the ground only to fade and grow no more. As I gazed at all the different colors my heart was aching to find familiar. Familiar in a scene I had looked at time and time again yet nothing looked the same, not even the leaves on the trees.