I love fall. I love watching the leaves change colors, and I love how they blanket the ground as they fall. But for me, there is always a growing sense of dread that comes along with the thrill of fall. When fall is here, winter is just around the corner, and I am not a big fan of winter. I don't like being cold, I don't like how dark it stays all day, and I don't like how black, bare and stark the tree branches look against the grey wintry sky.But thanks to my cousin Jodie, I am looking at those bare trees from a different perspective these days. She pointed out to me this fall that "those trees shade us in the summer, but drop all their leaves and give us glorious, happy light in the winter."
While I am busy complaining about the ugliness those fallen leaves have left us with, that beautiful, weak wintry light is shining right through those bare branches, since there are no leaves left to block its rays.
