As
the children play about the neighborhood, I drink in the glory of
autumn as though I am seeing it through their eyes. The day is fairly
bursting with joy! The wind kicks up, tugging and coaxing the leaves
to take the plunge from their perch above, and they skitter down the
street blanketing the neighborhood in a wash of gold. The musty,
earthy smell of the damp garden wafts through the house riffling the
pages of my book. Melodic wind chimes on the porch work themselves
into a frenzy of crashing crescendo. Just as suddenly, the only
sounds are the chipping sparrow in the flaming bush outside my
window, the rustling breeze, the sweet tinkle of chimes whispering,
conversing in a way that seems to make perfect sense. A flock of kids
swishes through the leaves in a gale of laughter, and the cats sit
mesmerized in the window.
Experience
the wonder of this magnificent season through the eyes of a child.
