River of Blood

Today, fall feels like it's just around the corner. I love the fall, the colors of the leaves, the stillness of the mornings, and the crisp air. But, I can't help but wonder if the trees feel as thin and sickly as they look after their leaves have fallen. Somehow, they must know that there's hope for new growth again. It's that feeling of knowing there is something more, a greater purpose, a fuller self, not so sickly and thin looking. Somehow the leaves always grow back, bringing a happier, healthier looking tree. They must have some strong blood running through their veins that keep them strong and full of life. I want some of that blood in my veins. Come on heart, pump whatcha got!