Unspooling silently across a perfect sky, a skein of wild geese
Jane...
It's not raining but the air is heavy with moisture, rust leaves bright against the grey sky.
Helen...
An October damp softness in the air and nothing hurries.
Beverley...
Half term pumpkin-pickers thread the patch with chatter.
Little ones in new wellies fall over and rise up muddy.
Kit...
Last night's raindrops hang on barbed wire, glass beads catching light in early misty stillness.
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