With a free gas station pumpkin spice in hand, I enter a forest rich with gold.
I have only ten minutes to spare before work, yet I’m already becoming one with the trees.
Long branches embrace me as I stand by their hefty trunks looking up, or sometimes sideways with my camera.
Besides that feathery soft gold, I’m stockpiling new memories of crimson red, vibrant green, and warm orange tones for the long months of winter white ahead.
I study the deep veins of the maple leaves, brilliant light shimmering through the oaks, and the strength of those branches supporting all.
Looking at my watch, I pack away my camera but not my joy as I walk back to the car to leave.
Laughing at myself, I’m amazed at what a simple camera and a couple of trees can do for your morning perspective.