September on Snow Mountain

In September, Snow Mountain was still in various greens with a hint of gold awaiting the blaze of vibrant colors to come. The maple trees swayed in the gentle breeze, their leaves just thinking about turning a brilliant shade of red and orange. The sun illuminated the golden fields, and Alice grabbed her tote with her sketchbook, a soft blanket, a thermos of hot tea and a fresh apple from the orchard. Just for today, she would slow down and enjoy the world around her. It was a perfect day to escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and just be.