The Fallen
It's odd walking alone through a forest and not making a sound. The White River is racing by to the left providing the soundtrack for the day, but the moss and fallen Autumn leaves are so thick that footfalls make no noise. No wind, no rain, no people, just me and these quiet sentinels standing guard over their fallen comrades. I can't express how much I needed and miss that day. :-)
As always, blow this and step inside and look around. There's so much to see if we only take the time to look.
The Fallen
It's odd walking alone through a forest and not making a sound. The White River is racing by to the left providing the soundtrack for the day, but the moss and fallen Autumn leaves are so thick that footfalls make no noise. No wind, no rain, no people, just me and these quiet sentinels standing guard over their fallen comrades. I can't express how much I needed and miss that day. :-)
As always, blow this and step inside and look around. There's so much to see if we only take the time to look.