It’s here—even if you were blindfolded you couldn’t miss the scent of fall in the air. When molecules and memories collide and the sweet sugary smell of decaying leaves fills the air. It’s impossible not to be reminded of childhood moments spent raking leaves into piles and leaping into them afterward.
This walk in the mountains was particularly memorable. Watchful of bears stuffing themselves in the final weeks before hibernation, we entered a clearing just as three elk strolled past navigating the shallow waters of the creek bed.
And just then I heard it. Ripping through the air the bugle call of a bull elk as dawn’s first light began to lift the shadows.
He laughed at the expression on my face after hearing the sound for the first time and my hand reached for his as we soaked up the moment.
Life goes on—enjoy the ride.
it's (almost always) about the water... 
It is such a gorgeous photo that it looks more like a painting and your words so drew me into sharing that moment with you, that the picture protrayed.Thank you.
Thank you, the next best thing to sharing the actual moment!
Such a beautiful picture! Fall does have a particular lovely smell. Makes me wish I had been there. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, it does have a lovely smell. I wish you could have been there too.
The colours, the richness, the textures and layers, all combined in a thoughtfully composed whole, make me feel as is I am there smelling, tasting the air, listening. What a walk!
Thank you Jenny, it was a magical morning!