The first signs and scents of autumn are here. The leaves on the hundreds of trees that surround the prison are beginning to turn into the colors of fall...
It's a lovely array of reds, browns, oranges, and yellows. Except for the pine trees, of course, who'll remain a dark green throughout the year.
And as a cold chill comes around during the evening hours, I can smell the sweet fragrance of wood smoke as it wafts over the hills and then into my little window. The wood smoke is from the chimneys of distant towns.
Then, perhaps in a month or two, the snow will come. Huge mounds of it will sit on the rooftops of all the buildings and will cover the outdoor recreation yards. It's a beautiful sight. But for me, it is the season of autumn where God displays His very best.
D.B.
And as a cold chill comes around during the evening hours, I can smell the sweet fragrance of wood smoke as it wafts over the hills and then into my little window. The wood smoke is from the chimneys of distant towns.
Then, perhaps in a month or two, the snow will come. Huge mounds of it will sit on the rooftops of all the buildings and will cover the outdoor recreation yards. It's a beautiful sight. But for me, it is the season of autumn where God displays His very best.
D.B.
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