Light is so elegant when it makes its way through the canopy. I craned upwards, observing the motes of dust and dirt that danced through the dazzling beams of sunlight; nature’s waltz. The dying light of the late October sun reaches the ferns too, and the spiderwebs that interlace them – illuminating the strands of silk that drift aimlessly in the light breeze. A maple above me glows the palest shade of yellow.
I hear the hum of traffic noise, but also what is near me, like the faint rustling of the understory, the voices of people on the otherside of the riverbank, and the occasional bird call. Leaves tumble upon each other as they fall from precipitous heights. I can feel the tinge of moss on the log upon which I sit – tactile and green.
The thick layer of decomposing organic material makes for a soft texture underfoot, and the aroma of which – the browning of maple leaves – indicates it is truly fall.
The faint warm kiss of the sun envelops me as the day comes to a close in the fern clearing.
Changes in Vegitation
-Many more fallen Sugar Maple leaves have carpeted the ground, adding shocks of yellow to what was a floor of orange, dead pine needles.
-Though some trees were still green on the bottom branches, there are many more deiciduous trees -especially the maples- that have turned yellow since last visit.
-Most woody plants are in the process of losing or turning their leaves, unlike last visit when most woody plants retained bright green leaves.
-The many fallen leaves have rendered my location to feel more open than it had before.