Beauty, beauty, everywhere. Autumn sees to that. Trees changing color. Leaves beginning to fall. And the sky. Clear, fresh, pure. Lucky, lucky, lucky to be alive. To see the sun rise. To notice the heron at water’s edge. Or spot a buck running through the brush. To hear cows bellow in the morning. Or an owl late at night. To smell bacon frying. Or the smoke from a neighbor’s fireplace. To yell and scream when the Punchers win. To sing a song. Or hum until B ...