Thank you, God, for this fall day.
Mist rising like a mystery off the glass like water I see on my morning walk.
Dew, almost, but not quite frost, clinging to each blade of grass.
Catching and showing off the brilliance of the early morning sun.
The first trace of color in the leaves on the tree across the lake.
Tease me with just a hint of what will soon be.
I pause to take it all in.
At least as much of it as I can.
Holding my breath against the beauty.