Who doesn’t agree that fall is one of the most beautiful seasons.. if not the most beautiful? As fall is arriving this year I’ve been thinking a lot. The stunning colors sprinkled everywhere among the trees.. the leaves scattered on the ground and the desperately blue skies.. it’s intriguing to me that all this beauty is because of.. death. The leaves turn from green to the shocking shades and variations of yellows, oranges and reds only because the leaves are dying. Somehow that amazes me. That not *despite* – but- *because* … because of death, there is inexpressible beauty.