As the sun slowly sinks behind the distant mountain peaks the world around us turns golden yellow in its leaving. Snuggled warmly against the fresh mountain air we gaze down upon the green valleys and autumns changing trees with their orange leaves and baring branches. Day is dying and the misty horizon peaks are disappearing from our magnificent view soon to be replaced with twinkling stars on an inky black velvet sky.
Sedately we soak in the last warming rays of today's sun as we lean against the rough textured bark of this ancient tree that shelters us. With it's aging leaves almost ready to fall to the seasons willpower it stretches it's spidery branches in farewell to the fading light. A tranquil moment of transition is upon us, surrounding us in the magic of change, of times transient movements and natures ever spinning circle of life.