Orange.

It's fall and it isn't raining. That means the rusty trees are stark against the cloudless skies, and that the carpet of leaf litter is dry and crispy. Walking over the little plots of confined grass, deliberately avoiding the concrete slabs, listening to the crinkle and rustle of a dying season while soaking in the earthy sweet aroma of fall, it isn't hard to live in the moment. It isn't hard to find peace and gloriously bask in the liberal ideals of life.

Thank you God for your Creation.
More importantly, thank you God for You.