It had been cloudy most of the day, but the sun had come out a few hours earlier and warmed the air.
With each turn of the gravel trail the eye took in another artful arrangement of fern and grass and frond.
What a balm for the spirit is a mellow fall afternoon, the air just warm enough, the scent of crisp leaves. After the frenetic growth of summer, the fading is welcome. The beauty seems to come from the fading. And there is comfort in that.