Autumn has arrived in Kansas. After six years in the south, the magic of leaves changing and the smell of fall has me experiencing the beauty around me with fresh eyes. Amplifying the experience, even more, is watching my 3-year-old, Autumn (can you tell I love this season?), crunch and roll through piles of freshly fallen leaves. 

This afternoon, Autumn (my daughter) pointed at the sky and yelled, “honk, honk!” Since last week’s early snow, Canadian geese have gotten the message…it’s time to migrate south. They have been flying over Fort Leavenworth to rest at Missouri River before continuing along their journey. 

Standing outside on such a beautiful fall afternoon put me in a reflective mood. There is beauty in migration. The journey into the unknown with the hope of something better. The geese know it is their season to leave their comfortable summer homes. They fly together for thousands of miles to a place they hope will be safe until they can return.