Oct. 4, 2012

Early Fall, heaven opens up its eyelids to remind us in our own alone that the heat embraces us all. The top of the tress change color as the leaves stay green closer down down down to the trunk. The few words I know can't capture the bliss of heaven's eyes opening up to show God's pupil. At the close of the week we welcome daylight impressions summer slowly retreating with nonchalant cool nights. we are in the middle of breathing air conditioning and exhaling the heater. No fan to spin and no blanket to cover us. We feel comfort inbetween the closing and beginning of the seasons. We do not look forward to hunkering down in the cold but cheer with hot cider pregaming it. Observing the game of inches highlighting an American made game. On my own I channel surf, thinking of dad as he takes a load off in his comforable chair. I only show interest when his team scores. It is entertaining, when the pigskin slips and falls from hands and dad can't stay still. I laugh at the man resembling a child realizing a dream