Journaling With Lists

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...)