Leaves

It’s this time of the year of  intense colours,  the low warm ray of the sun streaking in jagged beams through windows, leaves and parks. The air humid and with a cool chill to the skin, the silence only broken by the bristle sound of beechnuts, acorns and chestnuts breaking the first fry leaves on the forest floor.

Bliss.

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