Perhaps it's only me, but in the autumn light everything appears honeyed.
Crisp morning air, russet apples, trees marching in rows down a field... it all seems coated with a thin film of gold.
I was out on my daily jog, trailing three silly-looking dogs and snapping photos like a tourist yesterday when two car-loads of strangers drove by slowly and stopped.
They gazed at me with questioning looks, and I could almost hear them thinking, "Looks ordinary to me. What's she taking pictures of- that dumb branch?"
After a moment I could see them begin to laugh, and off they went.
But there I stood with my mouth hanging open in awe.
Isn't it absolutely amazing how gorgeous a branch can be? Even an ordinary one.
Then the dogs and I trotted toward home, geese sailing overhead and wind ruffling our hair.
