This is one of many reasons Fall is my favorite season. A cynic (and perhaps summer-lover), could see Fall as the death of all things. However, I see it as an opportunity to enjoy the mild temps, the changing colors, and stay awake to magic moments, enjoying it while it lasts and before the darkness settles in.
Today in church, we talked about faith and trust and Jesus sharing with his friends that we must become like children in order to see the kingdom of heaven. There's playfulness and innocence and curiosity and tenderness and wonder in the spirit of a child. I'm not interested in a deep theological discussion of the parable, but I think Jesus was reminding us that good, holy, joyful, spirited Living is for here, now. It's not for after we've dotted our i's and crossed our t's that we find the good life (or "death"?).