I stand still. A leaf falls, slowly twirling downwards to land on a fallen log. A cool wind sighs in the treetops. The sun streams through the branches, but it cannot completely warm the air any longer.
We arrive at McKenzie Bight. Light filters through tired green to sparkle on the water. One hardy soul swims around the point. "He must be crazy," we think. "Or very brave."
Mosses and grass flourish now. A bit of rain works wonders although the waterfall is still dry. The filtered light beyond the moss captures the palette of this late September afternoon.
A toadstool springs up from under a dry leaf. On such a golden day it would have been a crime to stay indoors.
Linking with Mosaic Monday, hosted by Judith of Lavender Cottage, and with Through My Lens, hosted by Mersad.