Delightfulness

Guess what?

I'm eating this huge, amazing piece of homemade apple pie right now, made by my mom with this wonderful bag of fall apples we got.

And the sky is blue and the sun is shining and the air is crisp.

School's over for the day, and I can change into my comfiest sweater and light some candles.
I may have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow, but I won't think about that!
Because right now, I'm happy.

I walked in the back gate from school,
and there was our maple,
brilliant crimson leaves ablaze against the spotless sky.

I love that tree. It's almost been a constant in my every day this fall.
When I came home from school one day, tears in my eyes, gray clouds heavy, trudging through the gate,

there were those leaves,
like fire
against the swirling clouds.

And on weekends, raking up all those tumbling leaves from that tree.
The tree that we planted when we moved here and is now so tall, that grew up with me.

Every day, there as I walk in the gate,
no matter how I feel or what kind of day I've had,
it stands tall and beautiful.

Hey look,
I finished my pie.