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“And just what did you mean by that, Harold?” Elizabeth belted out with her hands on her hips.
Harold couldn’t believe it. She had asked him how he liked the dress, and instead of saying something bad, he simply said he liked the lavender dress better.
“So you think this dress makes me look fat, huh?” She added before he could reply to her first question.
“No, not at all, I was just commenting that…”
“Oh never mind. I don’t like this dress anyway, but you could be more complimenting, you know!” she said, leaving the room.
Harold looked out the front window of his ranch home. The leaves on his maple trees had made the green to brown transition, and they were only days away from relenting their hold on life. He always considered autumn to be one of the most beautiful seasons of the year. He believed it was when God really showed off his creation and made the landscape become a picturesque canvas for all to enjoy.
“Let’s go, Harold!” Elizabeth demanded.
“You do look good in that dress, Elizabeth.”
“Save it, Harold,” she replied.
“Honey, I honestly didn’t mean anything bad by saying I like the lavender dress.”
Elizabeth abruptly stopped at the front door and Harold almost bumped into her. “You know, I didn’t mean to get so snappy with you. I’m just feeling old. I never really thought about getting old, and Harold, well, we’re getting old.”
“Well, yes, we’re getting old, but we are a good example to others getting old, and everybody is going to get old, Elizabeth.”
“Yes, I guess you’re right. When did you become such a philosopher, Harold?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m much of a philosopher, but I would say that sometimes God makes things pretty clear to a man,” Harold replied.
Making their way down the driveway and anticipating their pastor’s sermon on this glorious Sunday morning, both Harold and Elizabeth witnessed a maple leaf descending toward the ground. Both seniors watched in awe as the leaf danced and weaved its way to the soft grass below. Turning to each other, the two exchanged brief smiles of understanding and discovery. They were dancing on the canvas of autumn’s elegance and grace.
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