I was just out running. It is that time of year in Utah when I just can't get enough. I feel wistful and achy with beauty. Nothing like the brilliant yellow leaves to do that to me. Happens every time, every year, over and over.
And as I was running, I was thinking that there is nothing else in the world that does that to me in quite the same way.
Over and over. Every time. Every day of the year.