Walking down the sidewalk in sunshine this afternoon, I was freshly impressed by the carpet of perfect, bright yellow leaves underfoot; their vibrant hues exploding upon my retinas. I love the way they rest, scattered like so much inconsequential confetti after a blow-out party. The random stragglers remaining on the trees glow opaquely, backlit by the sun as luminously as stained glass in the most ornate cathedral. I absorb the soft, diffused light, the crispness of the air, the damp, earthy scent of withering flora. Season by season, God makes his faithfulness known and displays his splendor to all who will but take note.