I’ve been thinking quite a lot lately about the vividness of fall. I’m not sure of another way to describe it. You know the startling blueness of the sky, the glorious golds of goldenrod, the passionate purples of ironweed, and a bit later, the unparalleled colors of the leaves. I’m often awed by nature and all she provides, but spring and fall leave me feeling grateful. Living in the mountains of East Tennessee is a gift I humbly accept. I then wonder, if we, in the autumn of our lives are more vivid? Do we show all our true selves and our wisdom and beauty to the world? Are we more courageous than ever? We certainly should be.