This morning’s first light, a soft golden rose. After three days of desert heat, summer’s last blast? A hint of moisture on a barely detectable breeze. I opened my window wide and God breathed on me. With the universal knowing of that first startling wake up breath of being born human, I felt a jolt as I sucked it in. Birds tweeted jubilantly in applause. I am here. We are here. Another day on earth and another fall to welcome and be welcomed by.