Discovery

The brisk air nips at my nose. There's a hush in the air, but I near the gentle chirp of frogs awakening in the distance. I spy a single droplet clinging to a curling tendril, a remnant of a summer vine. Underestimating the magic contained in this orb, I zoom in close with my camera and sea the reflection of the woods that surround me. I walk along the roadside, damp leaves giving way beneath my feet, my eyes searching amongst the sticks and the stubble for something new. I return to the milkweed pods I have observed over the last couple of months and find two staring vacantly back at me. There is another nearby just beginning to split, the seeds still nestled safely inside. I feel the cold in my toes now, but discovery compels me onward.