Picking up pieces, in the rainy day

I miss the beautiful sunny days of autumn, with leaves changing color and crystal clear sky keeping blue as usual. Beautiful things die faster. Thus we remember their beauty, we praise their short life with pictures, poems, and painting. But nothing reserves such beautiful day better than our memory, ie, mental pictures.

We went to Lyn's Canyon on a pretty sunday afternoon. People were playing with icy cold water, dogs running around, teenagers fancying about jumping off the deep cliff to show off their brave-hearts; and me, standing beside the stream, just feeling warm under the sunshine, looking up to the sky. Nothing can be better than a moment like this.