Today, as I drove to work I had a furrowed brow. A furrowed brow means stressful day ahead, full plate, loss of control, wrinkles, confusion. These aren’t good things.

Then I looked to my left and right and saw all the trees that had changed color with the season. Gorgeous yellows and crimsons all along Ward Parkway. What a beautiful time of year. The next time I looked in the rearview mirror, the furrowed brow was gone. Thank you, Fall!