The Coming of Fall

As I write this, the outside temperature is about 74, which I have both heard and read is the ideal temperature, or within the range of ideal temperature (72-74). It has finally turned the weather that I have been looking forward to since July. I do love the summer and all the things that go with it, but somewhere in July my mind tries to escape the heat and humidity with thoughts of standing outside and not sweating, or the idea of actually needing the sports coat that I wear to school. So...it has officially been Fall since September, but it has only as of late felt like it and I am so very happy. I now look forward to the great sleeping of the trees and the wonderful art of the leaves. I now look foward to the smell of buring firewood and fleece jackets. I look forward to the sight of my carbon dioxide condensating in the air and steam coming off me after a long run. I look forward to possible camping trips where warmth can be found deeper in my sleeping bag. I look forward to Thanksgiving and stopping for an all too brief moment to name how faithful He has been and continues to be. It is here again (Fall) and wraps its arms around me like a friend I have not seen in too long, but whom I can instantly pick up where we last left off, because he never really left, but only stepped away for awhile.