After being indoors most of the day, I took a woods walk at Moose Point State Park. My indoor, stuffy temper left on the gentle winds & instead some magic blew my way.
~Late afternoon sun weaving through trees & balsam scented air.
~White beams of light, through tree trunk silhouettes, glowing from a Westerly Heaven. (Is this what one sees just before dying?)
~A mini balsam grove near the trail. (Christmas trees for small forest folk.)
~A few apples, gone by, resting on a gold drenched bed of oak leaves & pine needles.
~Quiet blues of rocks, ocean & sky letting the maples have their last shouts of the season.
~A single crimson clover blossom in a green field. (The last one until next year?)
~Daisy-like flowers with pale lavendar blossoms. (Note: Look them up.)
~The tiniest, lightest blossoms, smaller than bluets. (I wonder what they're called.)
~Pale yellow blossomed mustard plants (I think) growing inbetween pastel grey boulders at the water's edge.
~A distant black cormorant perched on a round rock out in the water, drying his outspread wings.
(One journaling idea that I love: Making a list of observations ...Can be done anywhere, anytime...)