A few months ago, I found myself playing around on YouTube. I have to be careful when I get on one of those kicks, because if I don’t watch out, I forget to go to bed. One click leads to another and another and another. But one night I just kinda got stuck on this:

To every thing, there is a season–and a time to every purpose under heaven.
Turn, Turn, Turn.

A couple of weeks ago, I stood on the back deck of a client’s new home. Astonishingly, colors already speckling the side of Scaly Mountain. And as I sit in my office now, I see yellow and a bit of orange. And the door is open with a cool breeze. At home a couple of nights ago, I closed the windows and turned on a space heater so the cats would get off of me, allowing me to turn over without upsetting too much of the night peace.

As I started to head out for dinner a couple of nights ago, I returned to the closet to replace the light jacket with a heavier sweater. And no regrets.

I love this time of year…. Time moves on. The earth turns a bit on its axis. A time to every purpose under heaven.