Koda

Yesterday evening I decided to walk up to a park I spent a lot of time in over the summer. It’s a rare patch of hiking trails and trees right in the middle of suburbia - and few people know of it’s existence. I love it there.

As the days have been becoming shorter and shorter these days, I decided to take some sunset shots while I could. I rushed there as quickly as I could, racing the sun’s decent. The weather was perfect and it was pleasantly cold - barely muddy and most of the leaves were gone. It’s a short walk uphill to the park entrance, where I found a walking stick I had left from the summer. It was in pristine condition - I couldn’t have told the time had passed. The park is at the top of a hill, and on the other side is some horse-inhabited farmland and a clump of huge expensive houses. The best part though, is the huge rolling field that can be found there. That was where this picture was taken.

Around 4:35, my trusty rechargables ran out just as the sun slipped below the trees in the distance. Frantically I tried to switch to my already depleted backup alkalines. They ran out too after a few shots. Helpless, I put the camera away and watched. I think it was better that way. It let me think, instead of hiding behind the lens. I watched the sky slowly darken and change color, and then a huge full moon rise into the sky.

By that time it was late. Leaving just as hurriedly as I had arrived, I flew back up the hill and out of the park. Placing my walking stick back where I had left it months before, I half jogged and half panted the way home.

One moment it was so quiet and peaceful, and the next I was rushing home. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Life is so perfect in it’s existence, no words can approximate it. Sometimes all it takes a is few hours to remind yourself that the earth is always turning.