I hope the sun's rays are delightfully breezing across the soft pigment of your face on this fine Fall day and that you pause -- just for a fleeting moment -- to reflect on the beauty that is the changing of the guard on our treasured Canadian arbors.
'Tis a season that smacks of irony; how can something so lovely simply fall to the ground.
Ah, but it is life, no? We must fall in order to spring again.
How are we to stand tall -- like the arbors -- if we don't at times fall?
And that rise -- like that of the sun -- is powerful. It reminds us not to harbor ill-will or a concentrated chagrin.
It encourages us to be tall.
For every fall there is a spring in our step.
And the sun will once again delightfully breeze across your face.
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A tree right outside my front window ... inspired me to write the prose above.[/caption]
