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Scenes From an Autumn Stroll

Sunday morning's walk took on a new yet familiar feel, as an old friend, welcomed again, greeted me.  Hey Autumn; Hey Robert! An Autumn Stroll.

Cool was the morning air, crisp and vibrant, magical.  Leaves on sidewalks, stalks from corn, hay bales on storefronts and pumpkins from patches torn.  I must join with their browns and oranges, their yellows and rust.  They permeate, penetrate, pervade and imbue all I see.   It is a time of change -- diminishing daylight and falling temperatures bring a remembrance of hand holding and snuggling at evening's twilight.  But wait, don't wander too far in reminisce because this morning's journey had just begun.

My day is off to a glorious start.  An Autumn stroll has charged my heart.

“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house." [Notebook, Oct. 10, 1842]”  ― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks

2 Comments

  1. Yes to Fantastic Fall!

  2. F.

    My favorite season!