The Last Dance of Fall
I was out at Lake Coeur d'Alene a couple days ago, taking in the last dance of Fall. The sun beat down on my face as I walked along a path of yellow and orange, with leaves crunching under my feet. As a gust of wind came up, a group of leaves danced down the path ahead of me. The beautiful gold leaves gently tumbled down from the sky onto my head, as I enjoyed the smell of fresh fallen leaves, the sounds of waves slapping the shoreline and birds singing. It was a wonderful Fall day.
"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air." ~Eric Sloane
"I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air." ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
"Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." ~Elizabeth Lawrence
"How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and color their last days." ~ John Burroughs