The Brooding Beauty of Autumn

It felt like the whole world was holding its breath. From the edge of the wooden dock, I watched this immense ceiling of clouds gather over the lake. You could see the wind moving them high above, but down on the water, everything was still and quiet—the calm before the storm. The houses on the far shore seemed to be watching the spectacle too. It was a shared moment of awe, a grand, natural performance that reminded me of the sheer power and majesty of the weather in this part of the world.