Big-Leaf Maple leaves are forming rich, brown blankets on the ground. The air is carrying the sweet, earthy aroma of decaying leaves.
Soaked from the recent precipitation, tranquil beds of moss are a bursting, vibrant green.
Down by the river, stones are becoming rounded by the flowing water. They are cool and smooth. As you walk across them they clank together. Sometimes you can hear them tumble down the stream as they are moved by the current.
In contrast up on the hillside, the wind is rustling golden, linear grass stalks. The grass is light and crisp as the sunshine.
