"...Our hearts as crisp as leaves, That lift and then sail away..."

Pastor John Hay, Jr., AKA BikeHiker, has written a lovely poem, On the Brink of Autumn.

Although I often wish I lived in a warmer climate, especially when the wind blasts through the days of February (my least favorite month of the year), I believe that I would miss the changing colors and cool breezes of Autumn if I did so. There's nothing quite like walking through the fallen leaves, wearing a warm sweater, enjoying the beauty of ever-changing creation.