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It was another wonderful Autumn here. I took my dog outside this morning. The air was cooler and drier than it had been for months. Our dog, Fluffy was carrying around a freshly fallen leaf in his mouth. I breathed (呼吸) and smiled. This was my favorite time of the year. I closed my eyes for a moment and a thousand memories began to appear in my mind.
I was a four-year-old kid carrying an armful of (一抱) colorful leaves into the house to my mom. I was a young boy riding my bike down a hill with the wind whistling (呼呼地刮) past my face. I was taking a walk with my wife in the wondering why some leaves turned a rich red, while turned a light yellow. I around a local lake with my children wondering why the prettiest season seemed to be in a year. I was sitting on my back porch (走廊) drinking tea, thanking God another great Autumn afternoon, and wondering in Heaven it was Autumn all of the time.
As I bathed my mind in these memories, I remembered Emerson had once said, "Beauty is God's handwriting." I wondered too if God had a special pen just for Autumn.
We are all traveling through sweet seasons in this world. May we always take the time to add our own love, joy, and beauty to them.
