This morning, I walked to the church in a little bit of rain. Chicago is delivering up an autumn that is more vibrant and alive than any of the recent past in NYC.
The yellow leaves are turning a burnt russet rather than brown, the ivy is turning scarlet, maroon and golden. The trees lining the street are turning into a pleasant kaleidoscope of autumn.
A man walks underneath them on the way back from Mass. He opens up his arms to receive the leaves, the drops of water falling off them, the sky.
praise.
Sweet Unrest 