Today I did something that I rarely do, although I have no idea why it isn't a regular part of my week, at least. I gathered my dog, my sunglasses, a butt pad and a camera and drove a mere mile up the road to Sugarhouse Park, truly one of the most beautiful and serene places in the city. Yesterday it nearly snowed in the valley and this morning the grass was crusy with frozen dew but this afternoon was perfect. That temperature where you can't even feel the air. Where you aren't too hot to sit in the sun but also not too cold to walk in the shade. The leaves haven't started to turn colors in the park and gave the illusion of being in the middle of summer juxtaposed with the snow covered mountains just behind them.
I walked with the dog and my camera, stopping once in a while to take a photo or just smell the air and breath. I was laughing at the cliched photos i was taking and the sights and sounds that were delighting me like the sound of the bubbling creek that runs fast in the spring but by fall is just the perfect trickle to calm anyone listening. I realized these things are cliche for a reason. I enjoy fresh air, taking photos, being alone, sitting in the sun with my dog, observing the difference between the silvery blue of a blue spruce and the blue in the sky and just not thinking about much except what was happening at that exact moment. People take photos and enjoy the smell of trees and the rustle they make above our heads. It's just universal and I am glad that I took a little time out to absorb the beauty of the beginning of a Utah Autumn.
