The changing of seasons invigorates me. When fall waltzes in, I feel a light breeze blowing through my own soul, sweeping away the dead leaves and lifting the humid blanket of summer. I find the harvest ripe, the sun bright, and familiar paths, though often taken, have a new appeal for me. C.S. Lewis offers an insightful perspective on the changing seasons. Here's a quote from The Screwtape Letters, which I thought you might like to ponder on one of your autumn walks:
He [God] has balanced the love of change in them by a love of permanence. He has contrived to gratify both tastes together in the very world He has made, by that union of change and permanence which we call Rhythm. He gives them seasons, each season different yet every year the same, so that spring is always felt as a novelty yet always as the recurrence of an immemorial theme.
