As summer into autumn slips
And yet we sooner say

“The summer” than “the autumn,” lest

We turn the sun away,

And almost count it an affront

The presence to concede

Of one however lovely, not

The one that we have loved

So we evade the charge of years

On one attempting shy

The circumvention of the shaft

Of life’s declivity.

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

This photo was taken last weekend while we were walking in the Drents-Fries National Forest. I like to take photos of the same area at various times of the year. There is beauty in each season all its own. Peace lies in ourselves when we take moments in each day to appreciate the beauty of that day; that season's moment. I hope you will take some time today to look around you wherever you are to see that beauty. Real sadness in life is when we walk past things in life failing to really see it.