Today is the third day of autumn. What a sublime autumn sky we have here along the riverbank this afternoon! Crisp and gleaming, in a deep, impossible blue—with not a puff of cloud to mar it anywhere from horizon to horizon.
Nothing is impossible under such a sky. Not peace or health or endless happy tomorrows. Love and kindness can rule; heaven can be glimpsed up there—or down here, beneath its incredible blue canopy. Faith and hope and all the goods of human charity reside in such impossible blue skies, and stir us to thrive by their light.
Such a sky—such a day!—is a gift, a benefaction of the season. And anyone lucky enough to find himself allotted such a moment of time and place must count themselves blessed, indeed.