Turning

To everything there is a season

And a time for every purpose under heaven

I went walking this afternoon with the intention of capturing some great fall color. In our neighborhood however, there is still a lot of green. It was a cold, drizzly day along with the strange scent of burning leaves in the air. The tree I always enjoy looking at the most has already lost most of its leaves.



Then, to top it all off, I looked down and like an old man, I was wearing tan socks with my walking shoes.