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