A few weekends ago my hubby and I took a meander through the woods to experience autumn in all her golden glory. OK it was a 5.5 mile hike from about 9,000 feet to about 12,000 feet carrying backpacks, but every step held beauty, awe and tingles from the fresh, crisp air.
We got chased into our tent as day was ending (around 7:30p). Thunder rumbled and more precipitation fell from the sky. I was only disappointed that I missed seeing the Full Corn Moon rise over the eastern ridge of the rock cirque around Cherry Lake. I did find her full and bright, though, when I stumbled out of the tent at 2 am to pee. Her beauty, and the brightness of that alpine cirque, will ever be in my mind’s eye.
The next morning dawned clear & crisp.
On the hike back down valley, I found a peak hole to more colors.
She is wild and beautiful, and her moments are ephemeral. Being in touch with her helps me to more fully understand (and embrace) the rhythms of life.
I’d love to hear how nature’s ebbs and flows affect your world.