Trees rise upward, emerald layered upon layer seeking the sun. Below dappled shadow cover the ground, miss-placed dreams of night’s embrace. Behind, the world glows yellow gold and the scents of warm earth mix with the musty promise of decay. Ahead, the path continues, mulch and moss mixed with promises of discovery.
A turn, so slight, yet meaningful. The sound of running water fills the air with crystal laughter. Here a bridge, wood and steel, rises over the creek which, in minds and dreams, separate promise from reality. Within the clear waters fish dart and play, dark and mysterious.
All but one.
A flash of gold, so bright it takes your breath away.