by Sr Nunother
Autumn is our foot bridge to winter. It teases with warm days and sun reflections on bronzed beach grass, presenting a fragile reality that I hope will last forever. But reality is reality and winter approaches whether I approve or not. I won’t like the cold or days confined indoors with sixty others. Small competitions (such as first place in the morning coffee line) magnify in significance. Winter requires more patience and more charity than all other seasons. And that’s proof that I need it.