We are scuffing our way through the leaves
Walking the old carriage road path undulating through the woods
Wedged between the base of the cliff and the river.
All our senses take in the place in this moment.
There is little talking as we walk.
We are immersed in the experience.
The sights and sounds and smells are beautiful.
We hold hands communicating a shared pleasure.
Few people come here even on this lovely day.
We find it is mostly a favorite place for older couples
Smiling and greeting a friendly hello as we pass each other.
Something there is that calls us here.
We are savoring the last lingering leaves of summer.
We embrace the exquisite delicate patterns of decay and renewal.
Our lives are in this season, too.
There is much to cherish and enjoy.
The path descends to the shore rounding the hook.
The palisades loom over us above the expanse of the estuary.
The welcome sun warms us as we stop for our scenic picnic lunch.
Then we turn and retrace our steps back to our weekday lives.
