Thirty Days, Day Three

Today I am grateful for the beauty that surrounds me. I know how lucky I am to live in a state that is as colorful as the people who call it home. This fall, in particular, has been gorgeous.

When I was in Mayberry for my Dad's funeral, I spent several afternoons walking in my old neighborhood; the weather was unseasonably warm and the colors heartbreakingly beautiful.

The warmth of the late-season sun, the colors of the leaves, the distinct autumn scent in the air and the sound of the leaves falling gently to the ground combined to soothe me as I walked. I felt connected to my Dad in a way that I couldn't experience when I was indoors, no matter how hard I tried.

Those walks saved me.

And I am grateful.