Just and Just as Loving (part one)

November, here you are.
So many behind me and here you are fresh as can be.
Time and memories, memories and time.
Now and then, gratitude upon gratitude.
Ah yes, the beauty of Fall and eyes to see it.
Feet and legs to walk towards it and in it.
Glory to the One who gives it all day by day.
Glory to the One who loves greatly and continuously.