The sunlight glowed on the trees, laying their long shadows in the placid water of the lake. The hill behind the island was filled with the branches reaching for the sky like an old woman’s arthritic fingers, but the trees on the island still got enough sun so they were just now basking in the full glory of their autumn attire. Three evergreens stood straight, tall and green on the left of the island, but it was the golds and umbers of the other side of the island that arrested her attention. The colors popped from the gray background and raged against their coming demise. The cool air was scented with their struggle, the deep smokey smell of autumn filling her senses as much as the bacon frying on the campfire behind her. When Steven emerged from the tent, sleepily rubbing his face, she pounced on him. “Let’s take the canoe over to the island!” she exclaimed, then drew back, knowing what a bear he could be after his nightly hibernation.
Copyright © 2010 Denise Duggan
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