I have always loved the crisp days of fall, brilliant yellows and golds, crimson leaves on the trees, walking through the crunchy fallen ones that blanket the ground. The trees whose limbs, now unadorned, stand ready to surrender, stripped by nature’s fierce force, to enter winter’s cold grasp. I was not born into the seasons, but one cannot be but inspired by the change of them. Even though the cold and damp are unpleasant at times, there is something magical and new each year for me when fall is here in full force, poised on the brink of delivering us into winter. And so I salute this turning of the seasons, this time of thanksgiving for the bounty of the earth. May it inspire and nurture us for the short days and long nights that lay ahead.