Nightfallen

As I walk through five rivers, a blanket of freshly fallen leaves is laid out in front of me. At the river's edge, I watch as dusk descends and tries to steal the last light of day. And for a moment, the light hangs, on the cusp of darkness - The rocks in front of me are transformed and I feel like I am part of it. It brings tears to my eyes - I blink and darkness has won. -September 2007-