Feeling the gentle bite of the crisp fall morning air
Hearing the crunch of leaves beneath my feet
The acrid smell of a wood fire wafting from afar both irritating and oddly reassuring
Watching the sun stream through mostly naked tree branches to bathe everything in a warm golden glow
The wispy clouds moving freely as clouds do against the vast blueness of sky
Mind settling with the rhythmic lifting and placing of each miraculous footstep
An appreciative heart opening, softening into the deep knowing of the raw honesty of this time of year.
Heart and Now 