I woke to see the morning wrapped in a cold fog, winding around the trees
and hiding anything beyond a stones throw of my view.
I readied myself anyway and made my way through the fog to the park for a morning walk.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, it slowy dissipated the soupy cloud.
Walking along, I caught a glimpse of natures ‘bling’.
I stopped and lowered my view to see the tiny droplets of dew in all of their beauty.
I carried on, walking along my path, bathing in the crisp air,
the smells of a fresh morning and enjoying for the moment the peace of being alone.
I looked down again this time to see a bright leaf on the exposed root of a tree.
The beauty in the colors and patterns intrigued me.
I sat myself down in the wet dewy grass and went in to capture the small scene.
Lost in my own little world, I was brought back by a rustling of feet through the leaves.
I looked up to see I had a curious visitor obviously wondering what I was doing.
Eventually, I thought it time to head back home, a lot of things on my list to be done.
It’s times like these, I wish that list could wait just a bit longer.
As I left the park on this crisp autumn day,
I was thankful for the warm, fleeting color,
knowing that it would all too soon be replaced with the chill of winter.
I’m even thankful for the chill of winter
it’s only with being aware and knowing that change is definate
that we can truely appreciate the little moments as they come.