“Isn’t it a beautiful day?” he asked. He had strong muscles from wheeling his chair up the long hill to the store.
“It’s absolutely gorgeous,” I agreed. “I wish I had a way to store these days to get us through the long winter.”
He nodded, and we stood there just a few moments enjoying the fresh, cool breeze and the sun on our faces. We were two perfect strangers connecting as fellow humans, our souls drinking in the great beauty of the afternoon.
All the best rhapsodic prose about the Fall of the year has already been written many times over. But I was struck again today by the leaves changing color. Emmy and I walked along for our 3 mile walk, taking it all in.
There is something about being outside that makes Emmy think of God.
“He’s up there in the clouds,” she said solemnly as she walked along pushing her doll in her stroller.
“God. Pastor told us about that in chapel,” she said firmly.
“God loves me, and I love Him,” she added. “He’s watching over me.”
We stopped to admire a maple leaf that Emmy observed was pink, not red. Bees buzzed over some droopy black-eyed susans at the corner where we turn. A neighbor waved cheerily at us as we made our way back home up the long hill.
“It’s such a lovely day, isn’t it?” Em sighed blissfully.
Beauty and truth and faith under a deep blue sky.
(Photo credit to my friend Francis MacDonald. This is a photo of his native Nova Scotia in autumn.)