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.
There is a community of song in my garden today, birds’ wings and melodies, leaves and wind chime played by the breeze, bubbling water.