My recent preoccupations subsided long enough this weekend for a walk along the river in the fall light. The setting seemed filled with a sense of preparedness----fervent birds amongst tree branches, chipmunks carrying cones in their mouths with purpose, pheasants quick to flight from a dog's intrusion.
The plants along the river are receding into their fall coat of brown and passing their seeds to the future.
The grass has lost its previous lush green but our dogs don't seem to mind.
I cannot help but feel mesmerized by the fall's light and its ability to make even the most mundane special.
