Strolling down to the brook, not expecting much and finding abundance.
Acorns, the kernels of future majesty, arrayed like colourful pearls beneath the flowing stream. Touched in the late sunlight like a Cezanne.
From beneath the vegetation canopy, a Kingfisher burst forth in a streak of azure brilliance. Just seen out of the corner of my eye in the dappled light.
What a feast of colour and sight. Abundance at the turn of the season.