There is something you should know about me: I am a Clutz–with a capital C. When I go for a walk or a run, I don’t look up and enjoy the scenery. I look down at my feet because I have a tendency to trip over things, and if I am not concentrating on my footing, I will catch my toe and hit the pavement face first.
Another thing that is important to know about me. Fall is my favorite time of year. I love the fun days of summer and the hopeful days of spring and the quietness of winter (until it starts to go on eight months and more, then it’s just being passive aggressive), but my absolute without a doubt favorite time of the year is the fall. When the air turns crisp in the evenings and I can smell the earthy scent of the maturing plants, I shiver in delight. When I can pull out my favorite sweater or jeans and lace up my cute leather boots while packing mychildren’s school supplies into their backpacks, I grin. When I can make a cup of coffee and wrap myself in my favorite afghan to sit on my front step, I sigh.
Fall is so perfect.
However, putting these two facts about me together can cause disaster. While I enjoy walking outside in the fall and breathing in the fresh air, I do not have the ability to look around and enjoy the color of the trees and the sky. I think this year it’s time to be intentional about getting off my street to see some of the gorgeous color of the season.