A few days ago I walked along the trail in Renaissance Park and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the forest slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools. Leaf falling on leaf, on mounds of leaves, falling leaves hide the path so quietly. Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
Can't imagine why this snap is making me so nostalgic... those leaves look like moments to me.. I lost them somewhere in the way
ReplyDeleteLife is made up of many such moments...the past is dead, live in the present and seize the moments that come your way!!
ReplyDeleteyeah...past is dead...so shed it out and let it flow...like your snap..
ReplyDeletenice photograph and interpretation :)
somehow the fallen leaves seem like looking back to the days lived...
ReplyDeleteand the picture is pretty :)
That's a nice comparison - fallen leaves and past life. And thanks for the compliment :)
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