The world is full of as much beauty as there is pain.
Sometimes on my way back home up the path by the creek I continue past the usual turnoffs I take and continue instead to the end of the path, where it meets up with River St.
a closer look at the creek bed. It appears like bayou waters but it is boreal.
The waters were patterned with the trees lining the banks. This fallen leaf was on its yellow way to Lake Superior.
Actually, I think there is more beauty than pain. It has to be. Beauty is unending, but pain can stop.