Silent Moonrise Over Fall’s Fade 🌕
As the sun dipped below the horizon, I reached an overlook in front of Lake George in the Adirondacks. The forest around me was silent, save for the crunch of fallen leaves beneath my boots. The lake stretched out below, dark and calm, surrounded by islands and blanketed by the warm hues of the fading season. Above, a faint sliver of the moon hung quietly in the darkening sky. I stood there, feeling the timelessness of the moment.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, I reached an overlook in front of Lake George in the Adirondacks. The forest around me was silent, save for the crunch of fallen leaves beneath my boots. The lake stretched out below, dark and calm, surrounded by islands and blanketed by the warm hues of the fading season. Above, a faint sliver of the moon hung quietly in the darkening sky. I stood there, feeling the timelessness of the moment.