Yesterday was one of those magical fall days--sunshine, clear blue sky, 75 degrees, colorful leaves, people playing outside. Post pancakes, I spent the morning reading in the backyard. By afternoon, I was itching to get out into the beautiful day--into the streets, community spirit, and especially into the trees.
My first stop was a bright orange tree in a park near my house:
The leaf color was so intense, especially against the crisp blue sky. I wanted to immerse myself in the experience, plus I wanted to touch the playful, childlike part of my heart. So I piled up some leaves and took some self portraits:
(The spray of orange leaves reflected in my eyes.)
Another nearby park is filled with trees that live along the river. It was interesting to be among the trees--to really feel part of nature--yet to be along a busy street during a busy weekend (Octoberfest in downtown Appleton). I didn't notice the noise of the street until my walk home; I was so immersed in the leaves, bushes, seed pods, and trees:
On my walk home I felt gratitude--big, chest-filling gratitude. How quickly I forget the beauty that is only steps from my front door. But yesterday I remembered and I fully experienced the simple beauty. (Long, happy sigh.)