Leaving Summer Behind I don't want to, as it hasn't begun yet, summer that is, as I might imagine it with you. I walked inside a fall day, and realized just how far away I find you have become yet you will never feel gone. On a summer day, I held her in my arms, and the sky seemed to indicate this is the best we will always be. That part of a hot, lovely passion watching the single cloud move across our stories until finally we did remain. Together in the moments  of a kind and wishful way might we always find our selves, waiting, hoping, believe ... On a summer's day, I do think of you this way. © Scott F. Savage

Thank you so very much - it is a lovely picture and a wonderful prompt.

I took a walk today knowing peace in Nature's hand she led the way, I simply knew the path a height I have reached before again with similar outcome knowing feet are firm on ground a flight in Her hand would let me land again. I walked the wood having a natural tone, a place where sitting I once told my children of the beauty in time, looking at the landscape I could walk to the edge I could imagine the forest around me, letting me be free, letting me land, again. I stood on the end of a part of nature let my humanity show its own vulnerable sea of reality, I would descend in sweet elegance in the grasp of Nature's hand.