A waning with leaves

Bright sunshine was reflecting from various locations as I looked out the window. It was mid morning and the thermometer on the balcony read 5 degrees Celsius. Packing a small bottle of water and my little camera, I made my way to the station. It's time to get out after all the hassle of the spinal problem and put some miles behind me.

Autumn had hit with a vengeance as temperatures plummeted after the nice hot summer. People were walking around wrapped up in thick coats and woolie hats to combat the chill factor presented by a Westerly wind, even the joggers had leggings and funny looking hats on. I reckoned that I would not be an exeption to this and donned about 5 layers to keep me warm as I tramped around my favorite stomping ground.
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There are two routes around it. One with broad paths and another, wider and longer, that in some places is quite cramped. As my feet fell on the small dirt trail, I noticed the difference from when I had last walked it. The ground cover had receded considerably and many trees were stripping.

During summer I had been surrounded by small red-brown butterflies, now it was the de-foliagization of the various types of trees. At that point it seemed a good idea to take some photo's and write it up. Summer had gone and Autumn was waning. Winter breathing out its icy threats and, just to make sure I knew it, the wind was quite bitter.

For the better part of an hour only one person was seen, a jogger who came up behind me and clapped his hands to let me know of his approach on the narrow trail. I stepped aside as he sped by, thanking me for giving way. Further on I was walking through ankle deep leaves, listening to the sound of their movement as my feet brushed hundreds of the sheddings aside. It was quite a loud noise I noticed. Something I hadn't thought about before, kind of like a protest at being disturbed by this human who had to nerve to disrupt their positions.
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Weeds, once a blaze of greenery and flora, were now naked and worn. Their annual death throes nearly complete. Standing there, making the statement of demise, knowing that within the next few months they would completely vanish. Only a memory in the mind of a walker would remain.
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At one point I passed the place which I'd previously photographed and noticed how nearly everything had depleted itself to a near winter state. By then the dog walkers were out and people said hello as I passed. Some of them had been seen before, so we exchanged a few pleasantries and carried on our ways.

Once the outer circuit had been done, I crissed-crossed more trails and probably covered about 4-5 miles total. On one trail, this Magpie was walking in front of me. Stupid bird! All you have to do is spread your wings. But no, it just kept hopping along, every now and then turning around to look at me with disdain. Finally the silly creature must have remembered it could fly and proceeded to do so.

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My muscles eventually let me know that a fair amount of ground had been covered and I returned to the station to ride the rails home.

Nov 29, 2018


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