Bite of Bread: Scripture on Heaven(s) Late fall skies ushering in darkness before it’s time, though cause for the days to be shorter, are the most beautiful to me despite my need for light. Pumpkin hues bleeding into purple horizons, crisp air, and the smell of burning wood sweeten the early darkness. Though I often mourn the end of summer, the Master Painter stirs my love for His wisdom. Another season has come. And it comes gloriously reminding me of heaven.