Gentle Grace

Time after time - I find myself back here. Same place...different time. Same view..different vision.

The rain gently falling. The leaves changing from green to faded gold. The goslings that were just yesterday.. now full and grown.

What was once so sharp and perfectly nothing other than a distant hazey shade of blurr.

And yet - here I am. Here we are. Time after season and then another...year after year. It never ceases to suprise and amaze. The color..the beauty..the soft grace and knowing that this new season brings.