And just like that summer turns into autumn. Gale force winds, warm yet, but rough.
Rustling, knocking and howling. Fierce, moody rain. Pitch black, hard and brief. Immediately replaced by immaculate, sun drenched skies and that fresh, bitter scent. The sodden soil warm still, drying quickly. Winter skin. Thin and rough, breaking, cut by the lightest of touches. Chestnuts in their spikey pods. Maple seeds like little rotors you can set flying as you rub them between your fingers. Leafs rustle underfoot but there is green in the trees yet. The skies a saturated stormy blue and the light, the light! It is heartbreakingly beautiful, golden and dazzling. So stunning it stings.* And a wolf :) Tomorrow :D
necklace: miniature tea cup
olive green tights
*but I was too chicken to share those skies and that fabulous light for fear of what the gale force winds might have in store for my camera - Instead I opted for the relative safety of a weighted down tripod, short and stout, set up in a sheltered corner.