Gone But Not Forgotten: Shimmer of Color

Wet crossing on the Ozark Highlands Trail

Wet crossing on the Ozark Highlands Trail in the Hurricane Creek Wilderness

I long to hold onto fall, wishing I could stop the progressive changes in color.  The sunny day, when gusts of wind begin to deliver spent brown leaves to the ground, is always a day of mixed emotions.

I love fall, but only the extremes of winter seem to connect with childhood memories.  In south Arkansas, there were the rare snow days.  We called them “free days” to miss school and play.  More often, there were ice storms and the cannon booms of pines snapping like pencils in the woods behind our house.  Memories connected with winter are easy, but those surrounding fall are vague.

Much is forgotten as the concerns of adulthood pile high over the seasons of childhood. Now, I sometimes pause to own a moment, hoping it will stay.  Two falls ago I stopped beside a small stream to celebrate a shimmer of color, soon to be washed from its rocky perch.  The leaf is gone, but the joys of that day are not forgotten.  I should pause more often.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Gone, But Not Forgotten.”

Changing Seasons Along the Trails

Lake Alma Trail at sunset.

Lake Alma Trail at sunset.

I love the changes in season.  New colors always seem to surprise.

Fall leaves along the trail

Fall leaves along the Lake Alma Trail.

Season change often brings beauty right under your feet if you’re noticing.

Old roadbed on the Ozark Highlands Trail.

Old roadbed on the Ozark Highlands Trail.

What might be an ordinary roadbed that follows the path of the trail glitters with color.

Sweet gum leaf at a wet crossing on the Ozark Highlands Trail

Sweet gum leaf at a wet crossing on the Ozark Highlands Trail

Little scenes of beauty surround you and are easily overlooked.  Following the crossing of this little creek in the Hurricane Creek Wilderness Area, I was captured by the beauty of the path I’d just traveled.

Hurricane Creek

Hurricane Creek

Progress down the trail was slow because my camera kept calling to me to please stop.

Hurricane Creek

Hurricane Creek

Hurricane Creek

Hurricane Creek

Lake Alma Trail

Lake Alma Trail

Back home again.  We’ll end where we began with the evening sun lighting up the 3.8 mile trail at Lake Alma.