An Enchanted Place

weep

for the fallen,

for the forgotten,

for the lost,

weep

for all dreams lost

to turning seasons,

weep

for the winter’s

icy fingered approach,

and weep

for the knowledge of death

held deep in bone

On day 181 of 365 Days Wild it was just starting to rain as I left the house. I had intended to walk a loop around the village but I ended up spending quite some time wandering around the garden and looking at (and photographing, of course), the raindrops on the plants and flowers. It had been dull all day and by the time I was done the light had completely faded and night was starting to settle in. My walk ending up just being a camera-free stretch of my legs.

Here are the pictures that I took: