The first frosty breaths of fall are spilling down from the frigid north and filling our high desert valleys with cool sparkling air. And as they do, brightly colored leaves, one by one, or in wind-driven throngs, plaintively release their grip and tumble to the ground. They are yielding to the implacable cycles of nature; they are letting go of summer. And just as the leaves have no choice but to let go, so too are we compelled to do likewise. We must release the past, savoring our warm memories of a golden summer, a once-in-a-lifetime summer that never will return, and enter the future. But before we brace ourselves for the onslaught of winter, let us pause to enjoy the splendors of autumn, for it too holds rich promise. It is a time of crisp, clear days, days made for wearing comfortable old shoes and frayed sweatshirts while out walking with a loved one. It is a time to curl up in a warm blanket on a blustery afternoon for a well-deserved nap. It is a time to lovingly preserve the things harvested from a scrupulously maintained garden. And if we make good use of those precious autumn days, we will leave them behind with tender recollections of a season gone but not lost. And it will be time to begin making the most of what is certain to be a special winter.
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