(3:52 pm, arrived at sit spot)

For my sit spot, I’m sitting alongside the creek to the East of Dana. Though it was cooler than my first visit, my skin still felt hot as the sun clung to it. For the most part, the leaves are green, but you can see the early signs of fall in some leaves as they begin to dry out and take on a more yellow complexion. One of the biggest changes that I see are tree stumps and saw dust where beautiful trees used to rest. There’s also smaller trees growing from an older stump to my left (west). From what I remember, they were smaller the last I saw them but now, their thin branches stretch northward towards the sky a few feet out. A lot of the vines have also died. Their rope like bodies which leaned over the streams edge have now taken to the grounds in their dry, barren forms. If there’s something that’s relatively stayed the same, it’s the ground. Though the grass has grown a bit long and lush since the small wave of rainfall from a week or two ago, it still keeps its spring-like look, showing no signs of the fall that is now upon it.

Besides the crows and other indistinguishable birds that circle and call out around me, there’s the broken record calls of the crickets, Cicadas, and frogs in their search for mates. Besides the animals, there was the sound of the wind as it glided gracefully by, and the occasional thump of seeds as they fell from their mother trees to the leaf covered floor below. It’d be nice to know what kind of tree it was in which these seeds were released from. I was so absorbed in these sounds, I didn’t notice a young buck watching me from the interweaving trees across the stream until its shrill calls jerked me to alert as it chirped and stomped to know more about me. I could barely see its dark brown pelt against the other trees and dead foliage. I made me aware of how warm and humid the air was, and how the air had a slight fishy smell produced from the stream, and how the sky was a warm yellow color as the sun began to sink just along the tree line. It was the same sky, but the sun wasn’t directly above my head like the usual noon visit.

When he left, I went back to the task at hand, noting that’d I’d keep an eye on both the old and new tree stumps, and I’d watch the stream to see if there’d be a difference.

(I left sit spot at 4:52 pm)