An infinity of moments in a variety of places.
From the quietest corner of the deepest wood.
To the canvas skies of the open spaces.
Now the star of fall is clearly the sky
Where an endless treasure awaits the eye.
With clouds so high, and a sun so low,
In crimson lights that begin to glow.
Reminding us as we rush and hurry,
We should not bother, fret, or worry.
For the one who made these colors so
Is really the one in charge you know.
Thanking the Lord for high definition,
This is Charles Paparella for WBOC television.”
— Poem by Charles Paparella