Monongahela

The trees are beginning to change color and it seems ironic to me that they seem the most alive while they are slowly dying.  I can’t help but wonder if as humans we are subjected to the same fate.  Do we live only when the fear of death is in our hearts or do we always radiate the beautiful golden hue of life and living in our everyday countenance?  I want to vibrate my color long before my dying breath of a wasted life.