Pennies and rust and sunsets. Copper. The colors of the season. The earth turns it's back on the sun and begins the process of a winter's nap. Leaves crunch underfoot, announcing your presence on the trail. A brisk chill pushes you down the path. You pick up the scent of a campfire. The quiet of the morning is disturbed only by your footfalls. You take in the serenity of the day. (C) 2019 Penny Wilson *This was posted in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday photo prompt, #writephoto. If you'd like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.