If only I could paint the peace of this moment.
If only I could write you a poem.
If only I could tell you how the path dropped down through the woodland of the Lednock,
how the trail led us to the side of the water,
how the trees had shed their autumn leaves into the falls of the water,
how the river stilled at just this moment and the red leaves floated past,
so slowly, oh so slowly,
for all the world like a procession,
like a religious ceremony,
a procession of confetti leaves,
floating down the river,
catching my breath,
spilling my tears in wonder.