I love the Autumn. As I drove home the other evening, I noticed how the sun slanted across the landscape. I thought it strange, that the sun slants in the morning and the sun slants again in the evening. It should look the same.
Both times are sharp and brings out the brilliance in foliage—beautiful golds, oranges, reds, and deep green.
The sky is blue in both cases and the sun is bright. Yet, in an Autumn morning, it looks more like a yellow sun, and in the evening it is a more mellow gold. Why is this?
The morning is fresh and new. Maybe it looks fresh because the dew may still be on the ground and everything has been cooled from the night. In the evening, the day has probably been warm and the ground is dry and swelled with heat. The evening has a more mature “feel” to it.
I’m sure the life comparison has been drummed out over and over, but I had to think it anyway. The mornings of our lives are fresh, we are new to life and we set out to learn. The evenings of our lives are mature in years, and sit more heavily because the years have become full.
God is in all. Winter is coming, but Autumn is intense, dazzling. Is this the last hurrah, or is it a portent of the eternal glory yet to come?
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