Recently, John took Cholula for a little hike and sent me the most glorious photo, chock-full of autumn.
I’ve been drawn to the color, needing to get out IN IT, so I went exploring in the Pinebrook neighborhood yesterday. The Spring Trail was tacky, still damp from recent rains but not too muddy. I walked over a carpet of fallen leaves- sometimes golden, sometimes rust, sometimes crimson in color. There was not a cloud in the sky, but under the canopy of aspens and maples and oak, I needed a warm layer. Senses that have been dormant all summer were nudged awake. Aside from a small pack of mountain bikers, Cholula and I had the trail to ourselves to explore and inhale and soak in, daydreaming about the season ahead and all it will bring.
The peaceful calm was like a drug; I simply couldn’t get enough. I went back today for another fix, starting at a different trailhead and exploring this new-to-me trail system, taking Upper Meeks to Jekyll and Hyde. As we climbed higher and higher, the foliage became dense and even more vibrant. Occasional gusts filled the air with fluttering leaves, swaying their way to the ground like the snowflakes we’ll see surprisingly soon.
At the Mid-Mountain trail junction, the view opened up in all directions. A ski lift chair-turned-viewing bench was occupied by an older gentleman; despite wanting his perspective, I chose not to disturb his quiet moment and turned back down the trail. I knew what the bench looked like- John had shared a photo of it with me- and there’s no question I’ll return to this spot often.
What a lovely re-introduction to my favorite season. Welcome, fall. It’s good to see you again.