What is it about Fall that makes me so happy? I know Spring is when everything begins again, a time of new life. I do love it when everything starts to bloom. But my favorite season is when everything is so gracefully dying. It's as if the trees burst to life with one last gasp of air before the light burns out and they lose their grip. I wish that it didn't happen so quickly, but I guess it's the brevity of it that makes me appreciate it all the more. Ever since I saw this rainbow of color at the entrance to my subdivision last year, I've been waiting for it to happen again. I promised myself I'd take pictures this year so that I'd be able to hold onto the feeling just a little bit longer. Every time I come in or go out of my neighborhood, I just can't help but smile at them and thank God for this incredible display.

I remember one Fall when I was about 16 when I took a whole roll of color pictures of different trees around my neighborhood and other places in my town. There was an incredibly beautiful tree right outside my high school that I would just stare out the window at all through Economics class. To me, it's the same as watching a fire burn, equally as hypnotizing. One of the biggest things I miss about the town I grew up in is the way it looks in the Fall. My street was full of the biggest and most beautiful trees I've ever seen.

I hope that when I die, I go out like one of these trees. Energetic beauty and grace, standing tall, and leaving everyone I touch with a smile.