A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. ~ John Muir
I love that quote by John Muir about how trees never cease to sing. Today I ventured out for a bike ride, most likely the last bike ride of the year. As I rode along the trail with its somber tones filled with dead leaves fallen to the ground, I saw the barren trees. Those beautiful trees where all of those leaves once lived. Seeing the empty tree branches reminded me of how soon Winter will be here and how much I will miss being able to take bike rides on the nature trail. It was a bittersweet visit, like saying goodbye to a treasured friend.
I also thought of the visits to the trail during the summer with the sun shining through the bright green leaves and how wonderful it was to see such a sight. Today the trail held a sense of mystery and magic in its sullen color and overcast sky. Although it looked pretty desolate, within it there was a feeling of rest. It was saying that it is time to reflect and renew and in its silence there was strength. I never tire of listening to the silence while out on a bike ride.
There was a spot on the trail where these brightly colored leaves were standing out in stark contrast to the brown colors everywhere else. These leaves were gorgeous bursts of color that appeared to glow with warmth and joy.
And then I came across these bright red berries that could not be ignored, although they could easily have been overlooked. I keep my eyes open for any details that could be missed. I want to discover those hidden things and participate in the wonder of the discovery. It was a refreshing ride in the cool fall air. What a treat to be able to ride on the trail in the middle of November in Wisconsin, that is a rare occasion.