On this crisp fall day, dangling my feet in icy creek water, I gaze in awe at the kaleidoscope of fall colors bursting forth from the trees and foliage. I breathe in that special autumn tang, which is the unmistakable and the undeniable existence of movement from the summer season. This mellow time of year has finally arrived, and all my senses know it.
I want to wallow in this luxurious bed of leaves, and listen to them crackle beneath me. I can almost taste my contentment as this season of change moves forward. The temperature is perfect for this special time of reflection in mother earth’s sanctuary of water and trees.
Fall is really here in all its uniqueness, solitude, and beauty. I could stay in this moment forever, as my wounds feel soothed and my psyche is comforted. What greater gift is there than these moments which renew our very being?
Like you, I, too, love the beautiful fall colors, especially the floating of the colorful leaves to the ground and the sound of leaves snapping, crackling, and popping under my feet as I walk on them, but I must admit that raking them into piles isn't that much fun. I tried it one year and now have left the job to others. J
ReplyDeleteI'm with you Joanne. It is fun to snap, crackle, and pop, but cleanup is a bummer.
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