God Is

Maybe it was just fall finally arriving, but the colors of the foliage this morning looked very flat and lacked “pop”. Usually everything seems to pop more. I thought I hope this does not foreshadow a “Meh” day. Yesterday, I stared into the abyss that is my future and I suppose my father did as well but for different reasons. It was his birthday and I have to wonder if he thinks about it perhaps being his last. I know I meditate on that very thought every birthday. I can only assume that it crosses his mind as he advances in age. God is, is my mantra once again.