What a glorious morning for a
walk. Blue sky and warm sunshine and a rainbow of wonderful Autumn colours -
every shade of green, yellow, gold, copper, bronze, red and brown. I walked
along the sunlit path into the forest and was reminded of a genius line by
David Bowie, from Eight Line Poem
"the sun that pins the branches to the sky."
Also that gorgeous part in The Lord of the Rings when Galadriel is
singing about Lothlorien "I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves
of gold there grew; I sang of wind, a wind there came, and in the branches
blew." That wind was blowing the leaves from the trees into my path in a
fine golden drizzle. When I got back, I noticed that one had lodged itself in
my hair.
Through the hedge that lines the
path I could see the yin and yang of ploughed and stubbled fields, dark brown
and pale gold. The sails of the wind turbines a few miles away were turning
lazily, and ahead of me, the path stretched into the distant forest, bathed in
sunlight.
I stood awhile in silence, and
thanked God for all this beauty, and for the privilege of being awake to
witness it.
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