The yellow leaves are fast turning brown laying on the ground. The chestnuts are still hanging on – not yet one with the mud and damp. The air is turning crisper and colder as I write and instead of longing for spring I actually want snow now. Cold, dry snow that squirks under the boots when walking on it. Snow that sparkles in the night – lightening up the world. Clear blue – almost black – sky sprinkled with stars. World embedded in soft snow like a big, white duvet – like in the photo below from last winter.
lady dandelion 