Mountains blue and grey are now awaiting their white blanket while green and yellow fields lay glistening in sol's shine.
Sunflowers almost spent, stretch like round sienna popcicles staring up at midday.
Tall redwoods draped in hanging moss lined the highway. Foggy mists streamed from the sun as if fingers from above were groping the forest floor.
Through the tree we rode, tight as it may have seen, out the other side, was it all a dream?