Having once lived in Michigan, the thing I like most about Virginia is the long season of warm weather. The warmth starts thawing our bones in late March. Then it isn't until mid-October that a chill returns in the evening air. The wind tonight smells like the crisp northern air of Michigan that I remember so well from high school football games. It's baked apple season, and time to pull out the sweaters. As the seasons change, I know we are going to have many opportunities to see God's goodness on cold winter days. But I'm holding out for a few more warm days to walk barefoot in the grass.