the gloaming..

 ....the forest floor still carpeted with autumns leaves....no longer crunching underfoot....the last glimpse of the sun that finished on a bright note given the cold grey day....so many grey days lately...

 ...part of the forest is being harvested..mud and carnage everywhere...here there is birdsong and rustling...

 ..the last rays shine like a golden rainbow.....a painters sky...

..the gloaming gathers in as we return....the wind chill hurrying us on....