Pink is the New Fall color

I woke up to a foggy Thanksgiving morning. The air was crisp and cold, the world was silent and still. It was one of those rare mornings that creeps into your soul like the fingers of fog grasping at your ankles.

And there it was. In my front yard, like a burning bush of hope to the Isrealites. My Fall camilla, blooming like it has never bloomed before. A ray of pink, in a silent foggy sinful world.

A gift, a promise, a beacon of hope.