My son and I spent the afternoon visiting Cuivre River State Park in Missouri. (Being Missouri, Cuivre is pronounced 'quiver').
It was very bare and there was next to no one around, but the lake – Lake Lincoln – was looking very beautiful on this mostly cloudy day. There was a concrete slipway draining the lake; it caught my eye as it contrasted nicely with the brown forest.
By one of the picnic tables, I noticed a red, scattered pattern. Rose petals on the gravel. No clue as to why they came there. Only petals, no stems. A romantic tryst perhaps? A puzzle for sure.