It is behind, in my rear view mirror, and how the leaves dance behind me as I drive.
They seem possessed with a joy.
But I still keep my eyes on the road ahead. It does not do to dwell in what is past.
Let the Graces that are gone, dance out their dance. And if God keeps us on the road, there will be more sunshine to stir the leaves in.
The glances back on how His bridges hold will keep us living well. And living well, will keep the view in my mirror gentle - slipping through the Autumn air.