Excerpt From A Potential Story

I liked this scene

The sun slowly ascended its fated path across the sky. I stood upon the peak of the highest mountain for miles around. I gazed down upon an open valley so achingly beautiful that my heart broke just to see it. Wisps of cloud garnished the sky as the autumn wind picked up. I was enveloped in all the scents of fall. There were scents of sun warmed golden wheat, of drying grass and of newly fallen leaves. There was an overtone of cool that foreshadowed the coming bitterness of a wild winter.

For now, I simply drank in the sights of the pocketed valleys and plateaus placed all along the mountain range. The trees in the valley were a brilliant collage of color. From this distance the trees seemed as a colored tapestry stretched out before me. The only distinguishing characteristics between them were in the subtle shifts in color from one tree to the next. It was as if some god-artist thought of fire and hap-hazardously splashed all its color upon the tabula rasa of a canvas of leaves. Maybe it was meant to be a last breath of hope light. Winter's howling winds and heavy clouds would soon descend upon the land.

I sighed in the quiet ecstasy of the moment. I jotted down a few lines sketching the sight before me and moved on down the mountain. I made good time and reached the edge of the valley just after dusk. On my way down the mountain I glimpsed lights in the distance marking my destination.