Out in the semi-dark this morning, cold wind, threatening clouds looming on the horizon but patches of blue sky and the just-beginning-to-wane moon still suspended high up to the West.
A dramatic change in the weather then, from the last few days of balmy zephyrs, beautiful light, autumn colours, and the uplifting sight and sound of geese circling lazily overhead.
By contrast, this morning whispered `here comes winter`. A solitary goose flew across the sky, lost or a maverick? And as we arrived back the skies opened and threw sharp little pebbles of hail at us. And apparently there is snow to come by the end of the week which is going to make the imminent journey south an adventure.
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