I awake to the blue light before dawn and peek through the curtains. Fresh from dreaming I decide that this morning will do. It is still enough, light enough, the leaves are turned enough.
As the sun climbs into the east we wrap ourselves up against the freshly arrived cold, then make our way through the morning. Ice glitters across the country roads and on into the quiet fields and farmyards we pass along the way.
The woods are empty, for a while at least. But they are blissfully full of forest sounds: droplets dripping from the trees, small birds hopping through the branches, raven calling from the tallest beech. Here those first rays of light illuminate the season. Autumn flourishes through the trees in full colour, her touch lending a soft sleepiness to the rush of life that summer left behind.
It’s time to slow down now. Time to draw in upon ourselves and reflect upon the burst of colour that change brings. Time to embrace the rich light along with the early dark. We wander on into the trees, breath catching on the air and old leaves crumbling underfoot. Captured by beautiful transition, a solace in the truth that life is never entirely still.