Change is not, by nature, a graceful thing. Leaves turn in the fall not because they choose to, but because diminishing levels of sunlight and oxygen demand that they do (depressing, right?) And their colors, I learned, are most vivid on years with more cold, rain, and clouds. But what a wonderful thing, then, that depravity and discomfort beget such beauty and growth. Sound familiar? That, my friends, is what I call grace.
Picture from Austria, taken on my wanderings through the eastern Alps last fall ✌🏼