I find solace in the changing of seasons...

October is when I start to feel whimsical with a dose of nostalgia and utmost gratitude. My eyes can see beyond the colors of the season. My ears can hear the tweeting of the birds sitting on the electric wire high above my home. I could smell the crackling and the crumbling of the warm comforts of food...the crisp peach cobbler, cinnamon roll pancakes, creamy lentil stew, homemade fried chicken marinated in soy sauce, lemon, and pepper & salt, and don't forget the hayride or stroll down to the picks of the pumpkin patch. It's a wild, dreamy thing for me...

The sprawling showcase of vibrant colorful pumpkins of different kinds of shades and texture engulfs me in awe and wonder. And, yet a traditional orange carving pumpkin brings me delight.

There's autumn excitement in my daily walks. 

I get to my school campus an hour early in the morning so I can walk around the school building 4 times which is roughly equivalent to a mile or so for a half-hour, from Monday to Friday. The only time I trail the parks is on the weekends since I take good care of my mom after school. There are five of us siblings that pitch in with our time to take good care of our mom. This is the only way that she wouldn't live in a nursing home. Besides, for all mom's quirks and idiosyncrasies, she won't last a day in a nursing facility. There are days that this schedule is taking its toll on us. But the love for a mom or for a loved one justifies the sacrifice...God is mindful of our hearts.

So here I am... taking a solo venture that I have yet to discover the unfolding of a life that is unprecedented and punctuated by uncertainties. Would there be an intimate rendezvous on the horizon?

God is faithful...All things are possible with Him to those who believe. I'm counting on it!

Happy Fall.

W