The Wild Light of October

 I had come for sunset, but found elsewhere something quieter and more enduring. From a high overlook near my camp, I watched autumn color spill across the lake as the sun descended behind me and reflections slowly formed. Forest and water speak to me— in their beauty, in persistence and in their simple enduring presence. All I have to do is slow down and be present, honoring the fragile grace of a world that continues to give, even as it asks for our care.