September skies.

Flowing through the grasses and trees the late summer wind assumes the hints of fall. These are the days of remembrance: the days that move my soul. Indeed, the slightest September scent can instantly trigger thoughts of my youth. However the most powerful trigger is the color of a September sky.

With the retreating heat, the sky moves from the hazy dull blue of summer to the brilliant crisp blue of fall. Lovers might praise the golden change of the trees however let’s take a few moments to cast our gaze upward.

We can’t endlessly stand in a state of awe.  We would become annoying to our family and friends.  However throughout the day, we can briefly pause and consider our lot this world.  And in one of these moments, don’t forget to look upward.

As always, be good to you.