Walking in an Autumn Wonderland
Post by Randee Bergen (firstname.lastname@example.org)
The molecules of moisture on the trail expand and collapse beneath the warmth of the midday sun. The ground under the snow, not yet frozen on this early fall day, is already soupy, slippery.
I step lightly, eyes cast down, not wanting my feet to come out from beneath me. My vision of vigorous hiking melts to one of strolling.
I come up over the first rise. Ahead of me is a timeless scene of tranquility.
On how many instances, over the millenia, has the element of fresh snow, fallen at the height of the autumnal display, created this wonderland that I behold?
To my left, up high, a chattering in the trees. I direct my eyes there and focus on the merging of blue, green, golden yellows, and winter white.
On a far-off hillside, a gun report. And with its reverberations, disintegrating clumps of snow leap from high branches to their destiny below. A few leaves follow suit, slowly, uncertain in the suicide contagion. I marvel at their beauty at the time of death.
A Colorado fall is defined by the contrast of greens and yellows, but here now, at eye level, is an outsider, not shunned, but accepted, welcomed, for its diverse and complementary quality.
Deep in the woods, another of its kind hides, perhaps not yet assured of its value among the more typical hues. If only it could see itself for what it’s worth.
A beautiful sight, walking in an autumn wonderland.