As I step outside on a quiet, September day, I become conscious of the slight chill in the air and the fresh, clean smell of the past night’s rain. The sun creeps gently over the orange and gold trees as it softly touches the falling leaves. I walk down the familiar gravel path and, a short distance away, see a watercolor of golden-orange and green as I make my way to the old forest.
I walk past the first set of trees and the spicy smell of the air and the soft crackle of sticks beneath my feet encompasses my senses. Somewhere in the distance, birds are singing the praises of this beautiful, heaven-inspired portrait of nature. Autumn has arrived in all its splendor and marvelous beauty, a tribute to the graceful passing of seasons.
I smile as I know what awaits me when I return from my expedition. I picture the warm, crackling fire and the permeating smell of apples and cinnamon on the stove. This is a day for quiet reflection and self-discovery. No technology will invade the sanctity of this sweet experience. Only the warmth of the fire, hot cider, and a gentle, peaceful dozing awaits my homecoming. For one day, the world is shut out and its cares and toils will remain until the morrow. Today, there is only peace and colorful beauty.
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I love those Autumn days too! We will see them here soon in Charleston. Thanks for the imagery!
Thank you so much! I’d love to visit Charleston this time of year!
I enjoyed reading this piece. Your amazing use of details created a picture of the scene in my head. This is a sign of a great writer.
Thank you so much, I’m honored by your words. Thank you for reading!