Autumn waters

The forest was so quiet today and so so still. There was a tangible air tranquility in the stands so powerful and omnipresent, you breathed it in and before you knew it, you're blissed out wandering with a contented smile on your face.  The forest has done well, after a years hard work all the woodland folk have closed shop and have either left or are tucking up for the winter. Those who remained went slowly and thoughtfully about their ways. Damp coated ponies search out food, deer move into cover on our approach and overhead in the disappearing canopy a few birds could be heard occasionally calling. The leafs, now wetted, no long crunch under foot, allowing for deft quiet movement amongst the stands. The forest streams rise and fall as the rain comes and goes, though gone are those easy fords of Summer, now a crossing has to be sought out and thought out, unless you want to chance wet boots or worse a good soaking. The lower ground around them is slowly easing towards saturation, the hollows and seasonal water ways of the adjacent bog woodland are filling, making the woodlands near impassible. Though stick to the high ground, as it is, and you'll stay dry. Autumns drawing to an end and soon enough winter will be here, as with all the seasons, you must enjoy them while they last, for they don't last long.