Day Three.

The birth of a new day is a wonderful thing. It is full of possiblity. A chance to forget that one may have spent the day before staring at a wall to avoid a particularly daunting task. The opportunity presented by the break of each new day is a reference to the birth of a new life, a new job or a new place. A chance to step on into the brightness of the future and begin shaping the life that one might wish to have. One more chance to reach for perfection. How wonderful is the hope that wells up as the first rays of sun burst over the horizon and gently waken the world from its nightly slumber.

The excitement that I feel at the arrival of a new day is only heightened in the fall when I look out the window and see the reds and yellows that are so typical of an autum day in Ontario. I have often been concerned at my sanity in the past when I take pause to consider the meaning of the leaves changing their colour. Death and decay are not the most hopeful of thoughts. However, in my mind, I am reassured by the final burst of colour that a maple tree exudes before becoming dormant for a season. Yes, I realize that it is a mere chemical reaction inside of the leaves that results in the colour change, but for me it is a blatant reminder that, in just a few months, these same trees will flower and once again clothe themselves in delightful shades of green. It is only logical that Thanksgiving should be celebrated in fall, surrounded by such a colourful promise that the trees will only sleep for a short time before coming to life to lift us out of winter's dismal grasp.

That's enough for today. I'm off to enjoy nature without my window sheilding me from a good, brisk breeze.
If you are wondering where I was going with this, go outside.

Also, get yourself a re-usable water bottle this fall.