The rain had just stopped as more dark clouds shifted around the rim of the valley. At first, everything became still and silent. Walking through the knee high grass barely made a sound except for when a misplaced step sank into an especially wet spot. Then the sheep on the other side of the valley started moving into a meadow, sensing that this break in the rain might last. A big, long-haired cow started calling out and moving down towards the river, his big cowbell clanging as he walked. The silence was broken but the stillness remained.
It stayed this way for about an hour while the clouds continued to roll past overhead and the light started to fade. Our feet were completely soaked but neither of us cared. We stared at the river and admired the range of fall colors covering the hillsides. This is what we had come for - a handful of what the Scottish call "brilliant moments" out hillwalking in nature.
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