As I was driving through Franklin today, I looked at all the leaves: rose and golden and saphhire and burgundy, littering the street. Isn't Fall wonderful? It's my favorite season. Fantasy Football. Student Revolution. Listening to the gentle rain and feeling a chilly breeze. Breath fogging as you walk out to the Jeep. But Fall means so much more to me than just its aescetics. It is a reminder of the Story. It reminds me that once things were warm and vibrant and alive-summer. We fell because of our sin, and that wonderful summer began to fall apart. Leaves fall. Grass browns. The air grows cold. In the Fall we were cast down from castles and manors, dethroned monarchs banished to wander about the cold snow-drifts of winter. To me, the world we live in now is the winter. Dry. Desolate. Bleak. Never seems to end. But one day you look around and you see such COLOR! And the world springs to life! Flowers blooming, trees bursting, springshowers and laughter. I believe the four seasons are God's reminder to us; not only of where we came from, but where we're going. There will come a day when winter is gone, and we step into spring. Then winter will be no more, and we will live for eternity in Paradise.