I am Douglas

Darkness arrives earlier and earlier in the evening, and sunlight comes in later and later in the morning.  The air has cooled.

The season has changed.

It is fall.

Many trees around me have lost all their leaves already.  The maples are in fifty shades of gorgeous red; soon, those leaves too will fall, leaving the trees nude in the winter grey.

All the old things go.

The evergreens, though, last.

Against the cloudy and dark winter sky, the firs and the pines will stand tall.  They keeping a watch on everything that happens all around.  They listen to our talking, the river rushing, the rain falling, the wind whistling.

May your lives also be evergreen!