Nothing Special

A spot on the trail

A log to sit on

Falling leaves

And a burst of orange

A gold leaf

A handful of peanuts and melted chocolate

The refreshment of water

The remnant of cheese.

Nothing special 

And everything is 

When I stop to notice.

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