Out for a walk with my kids, enjoying the fall colors.
This year those fall changes cause me to reflect on my own
‘fall’: worsening eyesight, a pudgy middle section, and ever whitening, slowly
thinning hair.
My kids are still young enough to enjoy all the
seasons. But the fall means winter soon
and winter is only enjoyable if there is a spring at the end of it, right?
What if there’s no spring coming – won’t winter be sad and
depressing? I check with my kids “Would
you still love winter if you didn’t have spring to look forward to?” They look perplexed and say “Won’t we still
have family game night huddled around the wood stove and dig out the driveway
together and have family snowball fights?”
The wisdom of youth! Relieved, I go back to enjoying the
fall colors.
