Water-coloured sky-lined streets, abandoned tree trunk stubbles and falling branches. This autumn the greens are more noticeable. Dogs in red jumpers, morning walkers get the measure of the wind. A coffee at the Bistro provides some relief in the cold. Stopping by has helped, no longer fitting weeks into days where, looking back, everything is a blurred landscape of lists of things to do. Pacing out winter, the sun on the hill crouches, not quite risen, waiting, aware of its skinny light legs. Far to the south, the full face of the earth feels a different kind of warmth, filling verandas at breakfast time.

© Rick Frame

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