A path opens before you, you have come this far, but what next. Do you go towards the cliffs, the door that falls a hundred feet? Or do you turn back, and seek a different route.
So you choose, you venture forward....
The fall approaches, the cold brisk wind cuts through you. The colors of the trees do change, from greens to yellows and reds. The forest yet growing colder, has life still. It calls to you, chills you, yet appeases you.
Birds chirp in the distance, a pair of chipmunks scamper among some already fallen leaves. You look up and the sky grows gray. One is lost, chilled, uncertain any direction. Straining to hear, a waterfall is heard, a sight one must behold.
You venture forward more....you move towards the sound of water trickling down a rock, you move towards that door. The trees do thin out, and rocks beneath your feet become more abundant. It is here a cliff opens before you.
You step out on to it, and a view you do see, as far as the eye can see. Multitudes of color, a sheer drop that would scare even the boldest. A waterfall seen in the distance, deer feeding in its pool beneath.
You smile to yourself, the path has led you to beauty, you can now return back that the way you came, for your journey has been fruitful.
