Even when I go to the city, I visit those special places nearby... like Astotin Lake in Elk Island National Park. In the fall, there is no better experience, than to walk the path around the lake, drinking in the glory of the golden leaves, and feeling that fading golden warmth of the sun.
The path changes continuously, from trim and gravelled, to wooden walkway, but mainly leaf-strewn dirt. It's like walking through a wondrous fairy wood with gold and silver light to guide you on the way.
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Ad you walk continuedown this path, the fall colours dazzle.
Afternoon shadows add a mysterious atmosphere.
A stretch of silvered beauty.
A friendly walkway, with many damelflies flitting almost invisibly, but everywhere.
I try to come here at least once a year, and in the fall, to experience the magic of this place. I have never been disappointed. Those gold leaf coins are a treasure in my heart, spent in memory throughout the long winter months ahead.
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