#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Monarch in the Goldenrod

“I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.”

― Leif Enger, Peace Like a River

The experience of autumn at its peak of splendor is approaching. The moon tonight, almost full, rising in a cloudless blue sky as we sat on the deck over dinner in the balmy early evening. Morning walk into the woods, past the brook, full of rainwater and leaf litter. A walk with my dear friend, here for the weekend and talking over all the many activities and feelings and experiences and challenges filling our lives in the absence of seeing each other. Tonight, the windows open and the gladness of sleeping in the cross breeze of cool autumn air floating between the windows. How I love a cross breeze, and the one this room, in particular, offers. And in the afternoon, visiting another dear friend’s lush and whimsical and dynamic and surprising garden. Soaking in the presence of all her fascinating plants. A sensory delight, filling the spirit. After dinner, for one last look at the splendid moon, I walked across the lawn and field with a special one in my arms, my feet getting soaked in the dewey grass, to the river’s edge, and the moonglow above our heads spilling across the slender river.

Morning Brook