in the shadow of your wings

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Every autumn is different and somehow the same. This one has been about returning home, rain on the windshield, climbing apple trees, late mornings, pumpkin cinnamon rolls, denim dresses, moonlight, the loudest yellow trees, and the simplest prayers. This autumn has been like when you relax in someone's arms because you feel safe and at home. It has been about shadows and light and silent wings.

This past weekend a few friends and I journeyed back thirteen hours to my house. We went apple picking and slept in and ate butternut squash. We went to the Gryphon and Good Sam and St. Peter's and all my favorite places. Now we are back at school and I have been spending all weekend writing a paper. It is good to be back, and it is good to have gone home. You know, as if I had to remember, God is very kind.

[all photos from a disposable camera this weekend]
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