Autumn Whispers
Weary eyes scanning down the road ahead. Rolling hills, twists and turns, no time for sleep but dreams are racing through my mind. The blanket of darkness slowly rolls away from the horizon, revealing the day ahead. The skies were clear only an hour ago, stars twinkling in the night but now as the blackness recedes, a veil of morning fog begins to roll through the valleys I traverse. So many souls call out to be seen along the drive, but I must choose carefully this morn as I have limited mobility and most of these backroads have limited spots to pull over. Still mending from a broken foot, I need to find an easy to get to location with minimal walking involved.
A turn onto a familiar route and then a name on a sign catches my eye. Diana’s Pool, a place I have not been to in quite some time and had intended to visit during the peak of Fall before the injury. Kismet or a subconscious urge, in either case the call has been heard and answered. The trail is slick with fallen leaves, rocky and uneven so I will stick to the shorter one leading to just under the bridge. Now I must wait and contemplate. Watching the mist dance above the waters as the fog continues to roll through the trees. The Sun trying its best to burn away the shroud of white engulfing the Natchaug River. Fighting the urge to follow the mystery of the morning further upstream. Time to move on, just as Autumn has done here.
Autumn Whispers
Weary eyes scanning down the road ahead. Rolling hills, twists and turns, no time for sleep but dreams are racing through my mind. The blanket of darkness slowly rolls away from the horizon, revealing the day ahead. The skies were clear only an hour ago, stars twinkling in the night but now as the blackness recedes, a veil of morning fog begins to roll through the valleys I traverse. So many souls call out to be seen along the drive, but I must choose carefully this morn as I have limited mobility and most of these backroads have limited spots to pull over. Still mending from a broken foot, I need to find an easy to get to location with minimal walking involved.
A turn onto a familiar route and then a name on a sign catches my eye. Diana’s Pool, a place I have not been to in quite some time and had intended to visit during the peak of Fall before the injury. Kismet or a subconscious urge, in either case the call has been heard and answered. The trail is slick with fallen leaves, rocky and uneven so I will stick to the shorter one leading to just under the bridge. Now I must wait and contemplate. Watching the mist dance above the waters as the fog continues to roll through the trees. The Sun trying its best to burn away the shroud of white engulfing the Natchaug River. Fighting the urge to follow the mystery of the morning further upstream. Time to move on, just as Autumn has done here.