Thru hikers crossed the paved road as they exited one trail to access an adjacent trailhead. The Appalachian Trail in Central Vermont. Sporting beards of varying lengths and colors. A display of obvious youth and not. Fitness and backpacks. A small group of men journeyed north as they crossed the wooden walking bridge over a clean crisp stream tripping over the river rocks.
A red truck with wooden bed panels passed me as I continued down the street one early morning. Laden with bales of hay. Top heavy and lilting to the left. I passed a small farm as a couple of cows enjoyed their morning hay. They acknowledged me while they continued to chomp…
A chill in the air yet I felt embraced by a certain comforting warmth. My Little Compton navy blue sweatshirt zipped just under my chin. A new season was soon to arrive but just maybe it was here. A season of change. Change was in the air.
Breathing easier in the cool morning air. I looked up. I made a conscious effort to look up. The weight of my swirling worried political thoughts had frequently casted my head downwards towards the earth. I chose instead to look forward this morning. The future is where hope lies…
Apple trees were bursting with fruit. The season different from last. Plentiful. Hopeful. Discarded fruit on quiet display just by the side of the road. Cast off from the healthy branches. Sorted by nature. Simple sugars. Fermenting apples. Cocktail hour for our roaming black bears.
Leaves already changing. A drape of alizarin. A visual feast. Maple leaves first on display. As I looked around and focused, I could visualize a changing landscape. I embraced the small local swell of vivid colors. A new and exciting perspective. I sank into the landscape. I sank into my thoughts. Imagining the possibilities of a changing landscape beyond the local that is permeating our country…thrilling! Necessary…
A season of growth as autumn approaches? I wondered. I hoped. How unusual at this time of year to think of new beginnings and growth but a seed of change has taken root….
“Like a million roots tethered, branching up humbly, making one tree.
This is our country from many, one, from battles won,
our freedoms sung; our kingdom come has just begun.” –Amanda Gorman
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