Fading Leaves and Flourishing Mushrooms

a quiet walk through an autumn forest

Cool air nips my nose, encasing my bare fingertips in an icy glove—a feeling I’ve not felt for many months. The sun remains low in the sky long into the morning, skirting above the mountain peaks and ridges— high enough to illuminate the autumn yellows high above my head, but leaving the rest of the forest mostly in shadow.

More and more colour leaches into the foliage around me, but the transition feels slower this year. I am still predominantly surrounded by luscious green, though my eyes seek out the yellows, reds, and oranges.

The day is calm—only the gentlest breath of a breeze dances through the tree tops above my head, pulling loose a few dying leaves to twirl and dip toward the earth below where they settle onto their mossy bed.

Every step I take must be cautiously approached as mushrooms sprout in bountiful proportions; they push up through the moist earth and the soft moss. Many are untouched, likely toxic, and left alone by even the forest critters.

See you next time,

♡ Whitney

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