the rustling of the fallen leaves
under my wandering feet. The air
was crisp, and as the sun
set, my fingers would have welcomed
a good pair of gloves. I
set out this evening to find
foliage...big, beautiful trees draped in
reds, oranges, yellows, greens and golds.
Yet it was, as it often
is, that in seeking one thing
I was led to another. The
trees did not disappoint. Not one
little bit. But it was the
light of this golden hour that
captivated me as it danced and
shifted and set the leaves on
fire. It seemed as if those
resting there were telling their stories.
And I enjoyed walking among them.