Chasing the sun, sitting where it falls on my face, absorbing it through skin, through closed eyes so it fills me, drop by drop, like honey.
The sun shines polishing the wet grass, brightening the autumn colours, softening the air.
Mist silvers the air, hiding the distance with fallen sky and melting the trees.
You can sense autumn in the early morning air. It is fruit season, the grass covered with apples and plums and the first brown leaves.
In the study, quiet air inside, window draped with rain, dogs sleeping, our breath filling the spaces between.