In leaf-littered trails, blue lakes with marshy banks, flapping wings of waterfowl and balmy temperatures more suited to spring–fall is ending. As fall wanes, I still hear its call in honks and quacks, and robin trills. Birds are happily delaying migration for a little while longer. I’m happily hiking trails free of snow a little while longer.
This season is passing by in a pattern nature follows like water coursing around a bend in the river. It will be winter soon, though the chorus of birds make it sound like spring. I look back in pictures as this fair fall draws to an end.