© Mike Yost
© Mike Yost
Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2016
. . . I went for a walk by myself next to a timid, whispering creek . . .
. . . with towering trees accompanying me along the secluded path . . .
. . . and fragile fragments of autumn floating silently on the surface of static waters . . .
. . . beneath bare branches that applauded lightly in a brisk breeze.
And I realized that although I was alone, I didn’t feel lonely.
Photographs copyright Mike Yost 2015