Late Summer

Beautiful walk this morning, accompanied by a robins eloquent singing, backing vocals provided by a gaggle of high up, unseen long tailed tits. 

Warm syrupy sunshine, sending searching fingers through the green canopy, creating bright puddles of autumn light on the crisp floor.

Bunches of fat green acorns, patiently awaiting theft by squirrels or jays. 

The stream is slow with lazy gurgles, bright motes of tiny flies waltzing just above to an invisible tune. 

I stand, I watch, I listen and draw it all into me with a deep earthy breath, to keep for less magical days.