Horse Barn Hill - again

Some places just call to us and this is one, Horse Barn Hill in Storrs. 

I never tire of the view or how, as I walk by the barns and the meadow, 

little pieces of the past flutter back and drift along with me.       

The tiny fella inched his way across the parking lot, so close in color to the asphalt, I almost missed him. His eyes, wide, were fixed on something in the distance I couldn't see.

With each year, the colors of fall catch and humble me more; beauty is everywhere fringing convenience store parking lots and wide open fields.