Fall calls us to relinquish —to let go, to leave behind summer days and unpack sweaters from basement boxes. The man sitting on the bus next to me just munched down a taffy apple. A single golden leaf drifts down onto our deck and sends chills through the stems of several robust basil plants. Maple chlorophyll fades, their leaves crisping at the edges and still green acorns and walnuts leave their early debris beneath crunching soles on sidewalks. Fall is a season of fires and smoky brats and Ocktoberfest lagers, but as with evening fires, it’s all too short lived. In a few weeks we’ll be raking up the last leaves and watching silvery flakes float down to frozen grass. Resolve over the next few weeks to take it in and enjoy the show! Slow down and see God in the glinting details of fire and ice.