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Sunday, October 7, 2012
Turn, turn, turn
living in the land of four seasons. The
changes are worth it. For those of you
who miss true fall, take a walk with me.
A picture is worth 1000 words, so I will try not to intrude.
Pennsylvania it starts with a crisp morning, with mist rising from the valley below my ridge. It will burn off as the sun does its job, but
it is the first hint of change.
trees start changing out front, while most still think its summer. It feels invigorating and anticipatory. In short order the other trees wake up to
fall, or should I say begin preparing for their winter’s sleep.
Park Lake is near my home. Built by the
WPA during the depression, what was once a day trip destination in the distant
countryside of Pittsburgh, it is now a beautiful haven for suburbanites like
me. On Thursday, fall was making its presence known, and it was
one of those rare, still days when the lake was a perfect mirror.
The sky was a thin overcast and had
much more depth in the lake than when I looked up. The trees were a perfect mirror image. My phone camera can’t do full justice to the
lighting, and the color of the trees, but your mind can make the image more
The herons were warming in the morning sun.
The ducks made the only ripples, yet the beautiful
reflections remained. I had the sense
they were getting ready, ready to leave.
Words are really not needed for
the rest of the walk. Just imagine a
crisp slightly overcast morning, still and clear with occasional burst of
sunlight. Enjoy North Park Lake and a
Western Pennsylvania fall morning.
There now. Wasn’t that a great way to spend a