|View from the porch at the AMC Gorham Chairback Lodge.|
We arose out of the small creek valley, out to the opening where the trail crossed the road in the final stretch home. At that moment, the waning sunlight beamed through the still green leaves. Vibrant, effervescent, glowing, verdant, rich and hopeful. Despite being the last of the group and slightly overdue on the timeline, I had to take a minute to breathe in the wisdom, glory, and preciousness of this fleeting moment. Summer was ending and the transition of the early fall was underway. I was surrounded by reveling in life.
|Storm clouds brewing over Brunswick, Photo BDN/ Jennifer Hicks|
September ended in a flurry of work deadlines, travel to a tiny house festival, and stretched into the first week of October with a move to a new place and capped with a preparation-intensive, age-appropriate medical test. Now, I am breathing again. My own recovery and clean-up have begun.
In these rapidly dwindling days of early Autumn, the leaves have begun their changes to the vibrant red, orange and gold. My head is up, now looking to the horizon.
|Fall colors in the garden.|
|View from the new house.|