The last couple of weeks on my morning walks I’ve noticed clear signs of fall, not in the trees but on the forest floor. Viewing the trees/forest from any distance and you can’t discern much change but the leaves falling from certain trees giveaway the season quickly approaching.
What if you were given a mostly clean slate, a start over, a chance to redefine how and where you want to live the rest of your life — within financial/resource limits of course?
Spring is full-on, completely changing the surrounding forest from it’s winter barren appearance presenting additional green each day during our morning walk.
“Will you come walk beside me
To the end of this story
And I’ll let you go gently
Among your own kind…”
~ Races Lyrics, Glen Hansard
…and there’s a pond we often walk around.
A crisp North Carolina morning with light fog, light frost, interesting clouds, varied landscapes and low angled sunlight contributed to more photographic stops on our daily walk then usually.
