Rain season is approaching in this area and it becomes cloudy than sunny. The autumn colors seem to be competing against each other to stand up in the wet air under the cloud. I remembered something that my American friend once said. For her autumn is “the beginning” because this season is like a breath to pass on to the next generation and spring green is the goal.

The distant and misty landscape looks as if it’s emphasizing the arrival of autumn. Although it’s withering, this moment is so energetic. It reminds me of a sparkler and it never looks transitory. Wondering if it is this because of the mission to pass on to the next generation, I recall what she said as above.

The rich autumn colors makes me feel as if I’m in a yellow country whose air is also yellow. In fact I found my white polo shirt is yellow-tinted. Of course, I washed it.

I met an old couple while walking along the lakeshore. I think they are older than I am and they said they’ve training themselves for winter trekking. Elderly people are often compared to withered things meaning “an end,” but withering doesn’t always mean weakening. They look great on the calm autumn atmosphere. Take care, grandpa and grandma.

I like to peep from the gap and many of my photos are framed in that way. I wonder what my ancestors were doing. They must have been hunters peeping animals from between the branches before making an approach. The worst case scenario is a peeping tom… and I hate to count that possibility. Anyway, the scenery between autumn branches is so picturesque.

In this season I see many women walking along the lakeshore and I wonder why many of them are walking alone. Are they enjoying the romantic air being away from the reality? Or, do they want to heal their broken heart after braking up with their boyfriends? No, they should feel lonelier if they come to a place like this. Anyway, I think being alone in the autumn nature should clean their heart. I know it because that's also what I do these days.

It was shiny for lunchtime, so I took a break bringing my lunch box to a boathouse in the other side of the lake. This is a great place for me to take a break because I hate to take a quick meal. I love the deep blue reflected on the water surface, soft sunshine, and mild temperature. Looking at boats that sometimes pass by and hoping no one calls me from the office, I stretch my heart in this short break.

The road seems to stretch behind the bush even though I cannot see through and this makes me curious to know what exists there. In fact, I’ve been here for many times and I should know the geography, but I still feel this way every time I come here. With the bridge, the path, the yellow bush ahead, and the cloud on the blue sky, I can start a good tale.

There’re stands everywhere along this lakeshore and each stand is about 3 tatami mats wide. This is the best spot for picnicking and enjoying autumn scenery. This area is unexpectedly quiet and I can spend my time withouth being distracted by anyone.

Autumn lakeshore makes me fly around like a bird. The combination of red and green colors in Washington and Sammamish lakes is very interesting. I look forward to the change of scenes as the season changes from autumn to winter. Maybe I’ll take a long trip before the autumn ends.