A Fall Day of Crispy Leaves
and then you will understand
I stare at the slow moving water like I am mesmerized because seems to trickle through the land reflecting the scenery on its great flat mirror. I for one believe the river is trying to say something to the world, maybe the expanse of water wants to narrate how despite the weather turning, the river will not stop until it is frozen. Even than the coldest days of the year, the river will still be visited by the sun to reflect nature's changes. It seems that the maples are always the first to give in to winter, but they give in with a flair boasting beautiful tinges of color that catches an eye. Despite the maple leaves disappearing first they make sure they are remembered through the darkest days of the year and will give people beautiful images to expect when all is gone.
Trips like these are trips away from the busy life where minds get wound up, confused and stressed. I think that when I walk in the woods every step I take away my brain thinks less of my stressful life and starts narrow down on the crunch of the pine needles. I begin to think of my imprint left behind in the damp malleable dirt. I laugh at the idea that these imprints are my bread crumbs back to a stressful way of life; this reminder makes me change my path to higher ground where my prints cannot be followed. People sometimes complain about not having service or reception and I admit that I have fallen prey to these dower words. When I think about these words in the woods I realize how trivial it is that I do not have reception because the truth is that once I am away from everything I can think, live and breathe simply.
Maybe something can be learned from these trees who have colonized our continent much longer than us, maybe it is alright to fall down with a statement and bounce back after the dark times with great force, maybe we should look to nature for advice, I for one believe that nature holds many keys to our problems and we only need to learn how to be patient and listen.