A beautiful day of transition from Autumn to Winter,
We take a stroll along the Pacific Crest Trail.
The late afternoon light trickles across the golden branches of the larches.
The sky turns a deep sapphire,
showcasing the fresh flocking of snow.
Slate peak standing tall,
Watching over any of the last few hikers finishing their pilgrimage
Along the Pacific Crest Trail.
Old Man Winter unfurls his cloak upon the landscape.
Days of snowshoeing, and Evenings in front of the wood stove call to me.