By the end of November 2014, fall was in full swing in my town. I took a trip to another nearby park, this one has a very large nature trail and runs along a larger river. As soon as I stepped into the woods, I was enchanted. The smell of Fall was thick and sweet in the air, and leaves were raining down all around.
It was absolutely magickal.
In fact, that’s pretty much all I recorded in my journal for that day – the small of fall is beautiful and the forest is magickal. But I saved some leaves, which are still taped into my journal, and took a ton of pictures.
