Sunlight shimmers on October waters, as geese contemplate their southern journey accompanied by the inexperience of youthful enthusiasm. A forest stands as a testament to perseverance and survival, as it marks another season of lunar cycles, and the changes inherent in nature’s palette. Emeralds yield to the fire like splendour of warmth, as we witness the spectacle of the approaching autumn.
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Sunlight shimmers on October waters, as geese contemplate their southern journey accompanied by the inexperience of youthful enthusiasm. A forest stands as a testament to perseverance and survival, as it marks another season of lunar cycles, and the changes inherent in nature’s palette. Emeralds yield to the fire like splendour of warmth, as we witness the spectacle of the approaching autumn.
Stand above the world’s injustices and misguided leaders, and shine your light for others to follow. Those who have lost their way will feel the warmth of your presence, and be lead to higher ground above stormy and turbulent waters. Seek out those who uplift and guide you to calm and safe harbours, like the reassurance of the Cove Island beacon.
I hear the world differently than you. Visual cues present themselves, and guide me in ways unknown to most. I hear rustling leaves through oscillating shimmer, as they dance to an East wind’s command. The splash of a Northern Pike delights me, as ripples radiate then fade to still waters. A loon’s crimson eyes rise and fall in royal splendour, as its lonely call brushes my soul. Night falls as ashen shadows and azure skies cloak reflective silence. All who bear witness unite in my world. I am not alone in the presence of the night birch.
I find my rest in silent choices. Breathe in your surroundings, as your work is now done. Listen to the stillness, and accept the gifts of canoe point.
When approaching Algonquin, the quiet hush of nature begins its descent upon me. I feel the ever increasing distance from stress, noise, pavement and concrete. The layers of life’s hectic pace are replaced by nature’s serenity as I approach Algonquin.