Single Photo Stories: Autumn Sun

There’s something discreetly glorious in this lazy October sunset.

Backlit fallen leaves and mushrooms. The almost imperceptible breeze. The buzz of insects slowly rising through the forest like a mist.

I am sitting in a small forest clearing with the sun on my face. There’s nothing I can add to the scene, nothing that can be improved. I am only witnessing the moment.

The sun will fade out and the leaves will rot and melt into the ground.

And there will be another day. The breeze, the insects, the leaves and the sun will play again their discreetly wondrous play with abandon.

And somebody, somewhere in a forest clearing, will witness it in silence.