After visiting my spot today, I noticed a few key differences from when I last visited. The trees, which were starting to turn colors when I last visited, were bare and sad-looking. The dead trees that were once full of mushrooms were buried in multi-colored leaves and their mushrooms had spored and died off. The ferns remained but in lesser numbers and sadder looking. The stream was full of leaves and flowing a bit quicker as it was lightly raining. The temperature was noticeably lower and the wind made it hard for me to meditate without focusing on my frozen ears and nose. Overall, the world felt a little greyer and a lot calmer in a tired way.