There's something about the brightness of zinnias in Autumn that makes me pause for a moment. This happens a lot, since I pass by the patch everyday on my morning rounds. Lately they seem to be popping out at me more than usual, like mini fireworks of color trying to launch in vain from their anchored stems. I've decided it's the way the light has shifted with sun's position that makes them appear so vibrant. But I'm no scientist. And I'm usually half awake when I make my morning rounds, so don't trust anything I come up with during these treks. All I know is their burst of color stops me in my tracks on these crisp Fall mornings, and my mind is jolted from it's grogginess as I hone in on their zesty beauty. And the beauty of creation. It's good for my soul. And even though I don't think they hear me when I tell them this, I'm grateful to them for making that happen. Maybe I'll just tell their creator...He's always listening.
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