If spring is rebirth and summer is joy, then fall is being mindful of the gifts He is giving still, even while the earth browns and the days shorten and the mornings darken.  Even when kindness is hard to find and humanity seems dismal at best, pre-flood at worst.  Even then.  It's grabbing hold of that heart that is beginning to turn, straightening that crumpled spirit back out, it is doggedly pursuing a God who isn't tidy enough, small enough, safe enough to get a small handle on and it is remembering to be reverent instead of dismissive, grateful instead of disdainful.

I write all of that but I'm over here slowly moving from Hannah's prayer to Sarah's laugh.