October has seen the days alternate between the two extremes of autumn: dark, grey and blustery days, and bright, crisp clear days with crunchy leaves and colours in the trees. Today was one of the bright autumn days.
A sunrise dusted with gold and peach and orange, an exchange of good-morning meows with one of my feline friends on my way into town, the air full of birdsong and sunlight: the day was already off to a good start. After work I took a very leisurely walk home via Lade Braes. There the trees were turning, the river sang, a heron stood on the banks. I stopped to look at the leaves, to watch the heron, revelling in the autumn afternoon, thinking my own thoughts and enjoying my own company. The sun was setting as I turned towards home at last, setting the clouds alight, bright and fleeting.