autumn fog and leavesJust a quick thought of a moment in nature and time.
This morning, as we traveled along 295, inching our way from
198 to PowderMill Road, I glanced to my left and for the briefest moment, contemplated the world
contained in the median strip between the north and south bound lanes.

A fog still hovered in the wet air, the grass recently mown – perfectly shaped and edged –
was a lovely verdant shade of dark green. Upon the green was a light dusting of newly
fallen leaves from the trees living on a section of the highway. It was a slice of
nature at her best.