Last week’s travel to Washington, took us into Maryland through West Virginia’s northern panhandle and mountaineer country. Making frequent stops as we journeyed past the small towns and mountain gaps brought us loveliness—reds, oranges, and gold against a brilliant blue October sky.
The hills are wearing their fall color.
I love the fall—maybe best of all seasons. The sun’s lower angle casts gentler light, more friendly rays--creating shadow upon a perfect canvas.
Autumn is the evening light to spring’s morning.
We race against a setting sun, each day noticeably changed from the last. The sense of fleeting time seems magnified, though each minute measures the same.
It is the time we take stock of our harvest. Did it yield what we hoped for—and, will it carry us through winter’s chill.
We reflect on what we have—and what we lack.
We remember.
Coopers Rock, WV,
and a cemetery in Cumberland, MD.
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