More than what I have

The oaks and maples are releasing their foliage yet once again. Little paratroopers descending upon the earth in a show of auburn, gold and brown. They are here to remind me that a wisp of change is in the air, a fragrance of fall for the eyes to behold.

Yes, it is walking time.

A time to stroll through the crisp air and fill mine eyes with all of the wonders Mother Nature has to bear. These woods are mine, for today. I love to wander through the these woods and become lost in both mind and direction. In my mind, I take all of portraits home with me to enjoy again and again. I fill my pockets with the aroma of the forrest. I pick each and every sound from the sky and tuck them neatly away in my memories, for I will need them later when the silence of winter blankets these woods. The treasures I have stolen from these woods are mine forever.

Then, like a chilling January breeze . . . . it occurs to me.

These woods are here all year long, waiting for a soul to come and visit with them. Maybe, I should take the time to visit more than I have. Maybe, then I would have . . . . more than what I have.