Morning glory

Autumn.

Early morning sunlight playing on a woodland pool.

The greens and browns of the overhanging trees, their leaves turning russet and gold, ring out radiantly, scattering their reflections across the silky, dark water.

Two ducks begin to frolic and suddenly a broad, cascading arc of wavelets ripple outwards; the sunlight and a thousand reflections dance on each of them as they advance towards me.

I feel that they will envelop me in the radiant glory of this moment.