It used to be that my birthday week was the peak of fall color;
a glimpse into exactly how egocentric I was
(past tense questionable)
but I thought God was painting the world in such brilliant colors
as a special gift to me;
a celebration and a reminder
not to squander the precious time we have allotted on this earth.
I look at images I took years ago
and I don't need any other evidence of global warming.
It hit a new high of 91 degrees earlier this week.
Leaves are turning brown and dropping off -
because they're dying of thirst.
Even though it's cooler this morning,
we haven't had a hard frost and there's barely a hint of color.
I'm trying not to let impatience turn to disappointment
but I'm not going to lie,
it's a challenge.
Color me waiting ...