Relative Something

During the transition of seasons we are rewarded with a mix of lingering green complimented by the new colors of changing leaves.

Golden sunlight bathes the distant slope on the far side of the shadowed tunnel through a short section of woods between the back pasture and our house.

It beckons the curious soul to investigate.

Now multiply that by 10, because all of our trails are equally enticing right now.

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