Fall

I've said it before, and I will certainly say it again, Fall is one of my favorite times of the year. So of course I am just loving New York right now. By all accounts, Fall lasts forever here. Perfect! If only I had more time to get out and play in the leaves... but driving through the falling leaves is more than I could ask for. A week or two ago I drove to work through what seemed to be a one car ticker-tape parade. The flakes of glittering sunshine dancing in the breeze completely took my breath away and I had one of those moments, when the beauty all around filled me with such an amazing happiness that it hurt.

THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. ~Gerard Manley Hopkins~