A cold front blew in last night and cleaned out the air. It blew away all the humidity, allergies, but also the cobwebs in my head from yesterday. It's a new day, a refreshing day, and a day to look forward and move on!
This is the closest I come every year to seeing fall foliage. It is a (national?) park in the hill country of central Texas. Amidst all of the mesquite, dry land, low brush is a small grove of maple trees. They call it "Lost Maples" because somehow, they are there. Maybe it's God's little way of showing us Texans there are seasons that change, even if we aren't aware of them. I like that. Things are changing, constantly growing, in and out of seasons. That's a comforting thought.