November, 17. 12:05 PM.
Today I was proud of myself for nipping at the heels of this assignment, and I’m sad to say goodbye to my spot. I focus on the spring today. There is no animal life I saw. The crayfish and salamanders must have decided it was too cold. There are, however, two water-striders doing their thang. There are leaves in the water, but there is a clear path where the water flows that the leaves dare not get in the way of. Leaves everywhere. Leaves leaves leaves. Leaves cover the bottom of the spring, layering on the bed much like they layer on the sidewalks. Those leaves on the bottom must be old.
There are fallen leaves everywhere you turn, no corner has been left un-leafed. They crunched under my feet as I arrived. They crunch under my fingers as I poke them. The leaves of the hydrangea plant are the most beautiful red, yellow, and green, like a stoplight. The horsetails are still valiantly green, and so are the periwinkles. As I look up, the sky is so blue. The clouds are moving so fast you can see them move, not like on other days where you look at the clouds and then you forget about the clouds then look up again and they’re different. No, I like the racing clouds. Some are faster than others, it makes you think about which ones are closer and which are farther. It hurts to look at them though because they’re so bright. Crazy cumulus clouds.
Occasionally I’d be startled by noises. Earlier, I hear rustling really close behind me and figured a bird had a thing. Upon further thought, was it falling leaves? No, it was too violent… Another time, I was pleasantly surprised by the tweeting of birds. Not chirping, tweeting. It is cold and there I still life happening. How cool.
I stopped caring about the insect thing because I was so cold and I had to pee and stuff. I saw a red-looking ant earlier, but I didn’t pay much mind to her. I looked for a solid five minutes for an invertebrate… no luck.

I left at 12:38