This morning was misty in a way that only Autumn can be. The edges between things blur and it’s more difficult for the enchantment of forgetfulness to work — the spell that causes us to forget that everything is one. Shapes shift and blur and you can see the fairies and land wights out of the corner of your eye.
My neighbor’s yard was full of hundreds of blackbirds, stopping, I imagine, on their way South for the Winter. Along with the glossy green holly that borders his yard and the brilliant red and yellow leaves that have fallen from his trees, they were glorious, especially as the mist shifted and swirled around them.
What’s happening just now in your landbase?
Picture found here.