On the first day of September I went for a walk to revel in the early autumn light. The mellow sun illuminated the path as it led into the Wood.
Deep in the valley, an abundance of fruit clustered among the twigs, and leaves glistened green-gold.
A secret lane wound between berry-laden trees.
Looking back I saw the sun transforming the edge of the grassy bank to gleaming bronze.
Along the edge of the silent Wood, the fields stretched in tranquillity beneath peach coloured skies.
Ingrid Sylvestre
