There was a light rain earlier in the day and the air was filled with crisp Autumn air and the smell of wet leaves. I love walking in the rain and feeling the cold raindrops crash upon my warm face, soaking into my hair and clothes, and coming home to a nice, warm supper. Unfortunately I was a bit late and didn't get to actually be rained on, but I got to better enjoy the world of vibrant color that was around me, which is a worthy trade-off.
There was a little red-tailed hawk that was sitting on a powerline, with a shaken expression on his face. Perhaps this was one of his first storms and was left tired from the gusty breeze.
There was a beautiful sycamore (I think) tree that had leaves like honey, radiating a warm, amber glow beneath them.
There was a collage of color in this one's branches, with a beautiful medley of red, orange, yellow, and green, all from one trunk.
Walks like these remind me of all the wonder that is still in this world. All the color and sensation has not left us and can be found in even the mundanity of the suburban sprawl of Sacramento.
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