When time stops in AutumnWednesday, November 25, 2015
Some days have moments where time stops.
The wind drops and all is still; not a breath to be felt on my cheeks, not a hair out of place, not a leaf fluttering to be seen. In the deep blue sky the sun pauses a while. Rays of light shine down, filtering through the trees down to the forest floor and down over the river.
The river stays silent. Still as a mill pond, a liquid sheet, an invisible seal to the surface that nothing breaks through. I stop a while, linger by the water's edge enjoying the peace and quiet. The only sound is the click of shutter and gentle footsteps on the fallen leaves, each carefully placed foot breaking the carefully composed silence of the scene.
Have you been exploring lately?