Fall

Yesterday, after work, I took a quick jaunt down to Morrison Park to explore this place I'd never been. The foliage was incredible. So close to the city, the park was empty, and when night came, the stars had shown so clearly. I read four or five chapters of Three Cups of Tea, and listened to Bear Creek trickle by, the same creek my mom and uncles would play in, just a few miles upstream in the little town of Idledale. With a heavy sigh and a mild smile, I think to myself, "I love the fall."