The Autumn Woods, Described Slowly: Every color accounted for, no step hurried

Edwin Marsh

A walk through autumn woods rarely gets the patience it deserves, rushed toward the car before the light even shifts. This is the opposite kind of walk: a slow account of every color on the trail, from the first yellowing leaf to the deep rust underfoot, the smell of cooling air, and the particular quiet that settles as afternoon fades. Nothing is hurried here. Just a careful, attentive companion for noticing what the season is actually doing.