Each time I spotted a new, vibrant shade of Fall, I plucked it off the maple tree and made it my own. The further I hiked into the colorful paths of Rock Canyon, the more leaves I got to hold in my lucky, cramped hand. I felt like a selfish chipmunk, gathering nuts for the winter and scurrying away before anyone could take them. I dropped one of my prized possessions and gasped when I looked at the leaf-covered trail to find my favorite amongst many others. I couldn’t believe how many saturated shades of the rainbow there were. I saw red, yellow, green, orange, beige, and every version in-between. Some were striped, others were spotted, and some were multi-colored.
“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
I carried my chosen leaves and vivid berries down the canyon and spread them across my whole bathtub. I want to enjoy them as long as possible because soon, they will lose their luster, and I’ll have to wait until next year to enjoy them again. Jon walked in the bathroom and saw my decorative masterpiece and said, “This is why I love you. You love the simple things so much.” and he was right.
