Very early in the morning,still dark, laying in my bed I heard the chattering of wild geese on their migration. They make rather a lot of noise, it sounds as if they are happy, excited. It felt good to hear them, an ancient sound, an autumn sound. I imagined how it would be like to fly with them and fell asleep again.
Mornings, misty, fresh cold air when I open the door. That scent of wet leaves and earth and a late October bouquet make me feel peacefull, I take a deep breath and enjoy that I'm alive.