The trees have started to let go of some leaves, but it is raining sunshine today, despite a few leaves blowing around, the beauty of this moment does not escape me.
I am out of words, always when I come here, yet my mind never stops. I turn in place and am taken yet again by the magnitude of this place, Arlington Cemetery. It overwhelms me, yet draws me close each and every time. If it stays with you, it is an everlasting impression.
The autumnal foliage is sparse at the moment. The sun shines and filters its energy upon the leaves. I can look up to the sky, through the leaves, as they hang on their branches just waiting to share their beauty. I can only say that as the days go on, we will experience much more beauty of another dimension.
The real deal. Walking the Appalachian Trail in the fall delights me right to my very soul. It has a slight touch of summer left to her days. The sun gently touches my face, caressing my cheeks with her warmth. The leaves crunched under my feet, reminding me that our days of fall are numbered and few. I have hiked this particular part, called Brown's Gap several times, maybe even a few times more than that, give or take.
The Appalachian Trail (the A.T.), is a hiking trail in the Eastern United States, extending almost 2,200 miles (3,540 km) between Springer Mountain in Georgia and Mount Katahdin in Maine, and passing through 14 states. source
Never forget the joy in what youโre doing, even the simplest things, making the most of every experience. To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under Heaven.โEccl 3" Embrace life. Give it a great big hug. No matter what my yesterday was like, my new day starts with two simple, small words offered from the heart: thank you. I will say them over, and then say them again. I can feel the joy of this day โ a light shining in a sometimes jaded world.
It is a mix of laying some flowers at the cemetery, enjoying a bit of nature. Hiking and biking was on my schedule, but, I will be back, as a matter of fact, probably tomorrow sometime. I have more to do tomorrow! Before I forget, Happy #Caturday! I almost made it!
Find your cat
Make it strike a pose - or whatever ๐
Click it
Post it
Make sure you hashtag #caturday
You are done!!!
Flowers. Always and always. To color my world. #alwaysaflower
The day belongs to my two guys, @c0ff33a, and his #SublimeSunday. Where you can post your random thoughts and dreams between the lines. I thank him in advance for this opportunity to throw caution to the wind and let it flow. Definitely a #SublimeSunday in the making, by the Meister of my morning, @c0ff33a. I do love my @c0ff33a and he likes eclectic! A match made in heaven. And @Ace108? #BeautifulSunday is hosted by @Ace108. You post what your Sunday is like, what you did, and where you went. It just wouldn't be Sunday without it!
Reach out and color me Fall. Utterly divine. Wherever you go, whatever you do, don't forget to see all that Mother Nature offers you. Beauty for nothing and the chicks are free. I heard that somewhere. When they throw in a dude or two, I'll start collecting. I want to thank you for walking through my #SublimeSunday, eclectic and true, brought by me to you. And just that quick, this show is over. Tag me and I will visit you too! Thank you! Don't forget to have a #BeautifulSunday!
I'll fly away when the leaves begin to fall
Fly away when the cold wind blows
Fly away to hide beneath the sun
Fly away, fly away
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
Itโs my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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