The faded gold of fall

Another place, same fall.Walking along the trails in the Colorado lowland, the afternoon sun made simple gras look like golden feathers.

A playground is all empty, except for the distance laugh of earlier play.

And the sky... the sky is as open and inviting and as endless as it always is in this place, my home away from home.

Thanks friends, for letting me share your lives for a few weeks again:)