gone baby gone.

My favorite time of year is gone again. And to your surprise, I'm not talking about summer. I am referring to that transition period between summer and fall. But every year, I see it coming, but then it's gone before I got to enjoy it. It always slips by because this time of year is so busy. School, sports, friends, homework, sleeping. Nowhere in that schedule does it say "take a little time and go outside."

Which brings me to the part where I tell you why this summer-fall shift is the most glorious thing. Just envision with me for a second, mmkay? You walk out the door, feel the crisp breeze that warns you to soon say good-bye to the sweltering days, you inhale a sharp cool breath that feels like it cleans you internally, and just look at your surroundings.

Outside, your eyes witness nature taking place. The trees. Oh, the trees. They are splendid. The colors I can only describe with "V" words--vivid and vibrant. The bright yellows and fiery reds and glowing oranges. It is outrageous! But, sadly, it does not last long. Soon, the colors of the leaves become deep and rich. The reds become hearty purples, the yellows are golden, and the orange leaves just vanish. They're still pretty, but its not the same.

I just wish I would have cleared out one of my Saturdays during this limited time and laid a blanket outside and given my attention to the time of year I find most beautiful. Those colors dancing before my eyes...oh. Maybe next year.