I dropped my husband off at the bus lot this morning to drive this weekend. He had the weekend off, but he was offered a fill-in gig as a bus driver for the next couple of days. Going into winter, you take every gig you’re offered when you’re offered it.

This meant seeing the sunrise as we drove north on I-65, a sight that we just never see given the night owls that we are. We see sunsets, but rarely do we see sunrises.

After I dropped him off, I got to experience something else I rarely get to see. The early morning sunlight (as any photographer will tell you is some of the most amazing light you’ll get to experience) dancing with the fall leaves on all the trees.

We’ve already had our first freeze of the season, and as such the leaves on almost all the trees have turned brilliant shades of yellow, orange and red. It’s beautiful any time of day, but that morning sunlight transformed them into something extra special… something almost magical. I was as enamored with them as a child is with fireworks. They are gorgeous. Stunning. Awe inspiring.

I chuckled to myself as I called my run to and from the bus lot a “color run” of a different sort. (Referencing, of course, my participation in the 5K last month.) One I don’t have to shower after, and one made by God’s own hands. We had bad storms on Halloween, but those have long passed now. Now we are left with a beauty that only the fall season can bring.

Next time you head out, take a moment to take in the changes of the season. Take a moment to go on your own little color run. Enjoy!