The lake is cold but the water clear. In another day we will see a flock of loons, at least fifteen of them, moving west like shadows across the surface. That’s how quiet it is here, how safe. All along the shoreline the trees boast their last show in a stretch of colors: greens that fade into rust and gold. Leaves lit up (or “Lit,” my son might say). Then gone. But not completely. When I walk the woods, elsewhere in thought, I have to remind myself again and again to look up, look out, look down, so that I see all is not lost, just temporarily scattered. And for a moment, what is above me is also below, forming a soft cushion. A shelter from whatever it is that pulled me away in the first place.
“I have to remind myself again and again to look up, look out, look down, so that I see all is not lost, just temporarily scattered.”
Beautiful line!
Thank you, Beth. You would love that walk in the woods, by the way, I am sure.
I agree with Beth — a beautiful line. Thank you for a thought-provoking moment.
Oh wow! I was going to comment on that same line too. But the whole piece is just gorgeous. A perfect pause in the middle of my day. And I shall now “look up, look out, look down.” Thank you!
Autumn is my favorite season. Very beautiful photos!