The temperatures here are dropping over night.. cooler and cooler.. soon enough there will be that crispness in the daytime that signifies fall. Like summer, I know it will be all too short,over too soon, and old man winter will be here again.
Today I went down to the sand cliffs in our area. As I walked along the winding, hilly path dried pine needles softly crunching with every step, it was evident fall is on its way. The tall, skinny pines swayed in the breeze.. creaking and swishing ever so slightly. The sun shine shone its rays through the canopy and danced amongst the underbrush. The soft swishing sound of the breeze kept me company on my way down..a very surreal, peaceful experience. Sweet smells of the forest wafted on the breeze-the smell of pine trees and clean air.. something you must experience for yourself. All too soon winter will be here. Time to cherish the sun and warmth.
I'll leave you today with one of my favourite poems.. one that comes alive when I think back on my walk through the woods today. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
|pine trees along my path|