A quiet early Fall morning, grasses gone to seed shining in the softer sunlight, the season like life  is moving on, and I am pulled along, but this morning it feels gentle, not rough and ragged as life too often seems to be, I wrap this morning’s softness around me like a blanket of kindness around my shoulders protecting me from the cold of hardness, I brush past a sunflower at my elbow, I see a few cottonwood leaves turned yellow, a breeze dances through me, I’m looking to be filled by nature’s ways, letting it’s silence sound within me, letting a sigh of needed relief flow through me, touched by the light and the first changing of color in the leaves.