This Business of the Quickening (Or Quitting) (Part 3)

It is a season of change.

Joseph called from Denver, told me the aspens were turning gold on the front range. A day later, I saw John–or rather, his Facebook avatar–and he told me of the autumn-blue Colorado sky that’s so beautiful your heart aches. The weather hasn’t made the turn yet in the Ozarks, and the maples are still in the modesty of their green sleeves. I ache for the crisp blue that’s already biting at the heart of every earnest Coloradoan, for the gold leaves smelted by God himsel...