Autumn

This morning, while Dudley and I were out for our walk, we passed a churchyard in which had landed a flock of migrating geese. They waddled around, almost sleepily, in the rising mist created by the early morning sunshine burning off the overnight frost. We stood, quietly, watching them drag the tips of outstretched wings across the dewy grass. Dudley lifted one paw, as if he were a pointer, but did not dare put it back down, lest it fall upon a brittle leaf and scare the geese away before we were ready to see them go.

I love autumn.