“I would love to live like a river flows,
carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.”

― John O'Donohue

I head out one day to a nearby park hoping to find a few signs of fall. The sun is out and the sky is blue, and I can see that a few leaves are just starting change as I pull in into the parking lot. It is a gentle shift, subtle signs among the green of summer’s end, making the transformation of fall’s advancement, more noticeable. I ask myself how many photos I need to take of the brightly colored leaves scattered here and there, and then let the question wane. As many as I want I decide as I carry on, letting go of any expectations I might hold other than allowing myself the joy of the beauty and quiet that surrounds me.