October 2026 feet.
Walking in the fall creates a collage for your senses. As I step through the grass and pebbles, the yellowing aspen leaves are curly or soft, some crispy to the touch. (Wear your sandals one more time before summertime is gone. ). The wispy wind talks to you like ghostly, long-lost friends. The brief silent moments bring mystery before a pair of owls, doves, or warblers visit with each other. Tiny flowers appear anywhere gracing the field with dainty refined edges. The willow trees wave and you sense that summer is slipping away but like last spring the world is at our feet so don’t miss it. Walk a little while with Jesus.
