The Crisp of Autumn

A soft, fresh breeze sends chills up my back. When I walk through the crunchy grass I step on the hard acorns that a squirrel left behind. The sky lights up the fluffy, crystal clouds. The ground begins to harden as the air cools. The trees show off their bright red, orange, and yellow leaves. When they drop their leaves, they leave a soft pathway for the squirrels to scamper through. It smells like newly dug up dirt and crisp leaves. Autumn is my favorite season. I see God's beauty in Autumn more than any other season. I see it as the breeze gently blows the leaves. They dance around in the fields and wisp up to greet me as walk with them. In Autumn I am never alone. The gentle breeze, the crisp leaves, and the curious squirrels are always with me.