Emphasis Preaching Journal

Crunch! The dry leaves announced each step she took down the wooded path. It was one of those crisp Saturday mornings that rustle with perfection, the kind of morning that demands one's participation in its crinkly splendor. In times past, she had come to the forest often. But busyness had crept into her life on silent paws and ever so subtly, one small piece at a time, had stolen her freedom. Now the moments she had available for shuffling through fallen leaves were far too few and all the more precious because of their rarity.