The day dawns grey and wet, the woods opposite flare orange in momentary defiance of leaden skies. A small tornado of leaves whips through the brooding morning towards me. The early light belies the darkening days. It is the last day of October.
A Samhain offering
A Samhain offering
A Samhain offering
The day dawns grey and wet, the woods opposite flare orange in momentary defiance of leaden skies. A small tornado of leaves whips through the brooding morning towards me. The early light belies the darkening days. It is the last day of October.