Five Women in a Circle

I stopped by the Viewpoint just briefly. Five women were sitting in lawn chairs, in a circle, just to the right of the laurel tree. I looked more carefully at the samaras on the Sentinel. They're actually mostly still partly green. But there is some yellow or brown on many of them. Soon it will be time for me to finish my painting of the photographer under the Sentinel in fall, when the leaves are yellow. I'm always fascinated by how people come to this place to look, to emote, to act. Somehow by stepping into this little space, they feel they're in a different world from usual. But why is this?