where old leaves fall
"How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days."
- John Burroughs
We set out to explore a new park one morning, only to discover her tiny pathways are not long or many. One takes us to the lake where a small beach awaits, while the other leads us into a stand of tall trees, giving us the illusion that we are several miles from town. We walk along the trails, leaves crunching below our feet, as others cascade down around us. Their colors are muted, as the rich colors of fall are starting to fade, but I still find each one beautiful.
On the way home we stop at the donut shop where we buy a chocolate cake donut for me and a maple bar for him. Fall and doughnuts make the perfect pair.