Acknowledgement of Relating to a Maple Leaf
We were some ways into the nature refuge. We had crossed small bridges, traversed dirt roads, and passed various water areas.
Don wasn’t speeding through the landscape. It was a gentle drive. We could have walked it if we had the energy. But we didn’t. The comfortable car was part of the resting, a carriage cradling us through this sanctuary.
I kept my window open, resting my head on my arm draped over the edge of the window frame of my door. Sometimes I looked at the passing views, each an autumnal vignette with its own little story, like the turtle resting on the protruding, corner-tip of a sunken tree trunk, the bark drying in the sunlight. The blue crane swiftly changed location to avoid further disturbance from our presence.
I saw a Maple tree with a specific leaf that caught all my attention - the stem still hinted green, but the leaf transitioned to yellow, orange midway, and blood-red on its farthest tips, a color-morphing-display like a good thought that deeply hit home for me.
Green stem, bridge to reach.
Autumn joy splash on maple leaf.
Crimson edge life here.
Other moments had me closing my eyes to enjoy the wind against my face as we moved at a steady pace. I love sleeping in the motion of transportation. Cars, trains, airplanes, boats, they lull me into slumber.
Plein Air Daydreams
We found ourselves on a tighter stretch of road. The Cumberland River to our left, a lake to our right.
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