My little patch of the earth is still turned away from the sun. I look out my window and see the black silhouette of the woods behind my house. Only black. But I know that me and my patch are rolling toward the sun and in moments those black trees will rise up in color. This beautiful fall will burst fourth in bright reds, yellows, oranges and gold, complimented by their evergreen friends. Right now, I don't see them as they are. But the sun is coming and it will tell all. The Son is coming and he will tell all. Come. Lord. Jesus!