The air is cool and a million crickets sing their song, accompanied by thousands of birds that make their home in the woods surrounding our home.
The sky is a deep shade of blue without a cloud in sight, and brilliant wildflowers bloom with vigor throughout the waving hayfields.
The world around me is bright and promising, glowing and spinning and nearly perfect.
It’s August, but the best kind of August that shouts out the happy news that autumn is on its way.
Today is beautiful and I am so thankful for it.