Leisurely 6 miles this evening just blown away by the beauty of the light and the landscape. What a bloody joy! Keep thinking of this Elizabeth Jennings poem (the bit about leaves falling as if they meant to rise, reckless and joyous like chucked-off clothes. Makes me happy)...
AUTUMN
Fragile, notice that
As autumn starts, a light
Frost crisps up at night
And next day, for a while,
White covers path and lawn.
'Autumn is here, it is,'
Sings the stoical blackbird
But by noon pure gold is tossed
On everything. Leaves fall
As if they meant to rise.
Nothing of nature's lost,
The birth, the blight of things,
The bud, the stretching wings.
Elizabeth Jennings, 1986
Anyway. Enough of my hopeless romanticism. Happy running, all x