Glowing Golden leaves
Pale yellow corn
Beautiful, bright, brilliant, deep reddish- brown hues colour the landscape and dot the mountains with dabs of colour. Harvesting has been done and now the fields are tilled in preparation for the new season. Sun setting on a riot of color which warms my soul and sets it aglow. Mountains full of autumnal trees set my heart aflame. The air is chilling steadily as we approach the village, as we ascend the mountain. It’s a beautiful, homely, peaceful feeling; one so hard to express. It’s an instinctual affinity with this land that I feel, even though I can’t reconcile other aspects of my life here. As we pass through burnished brown fields I feel I am going home. The mountains and the earth; sweet, brown earth speak to my soul. I can hear my ancestor’s voices. I feel strangely ancient, yet somehow, also like a naïve newborn. I feel all ages, all nations, all at once. I feel at one with the land, at one with the universe. The sun is shining and it’s a glorious day! It’s my land and these are my people. Smells of smoke remind me of burnt leaves, fires, roasted chestnuts and toasted marshmallows. Never thought I would find Autumn and the approaching Winter such a pleasant prospectAnother place, another time. I feel at one with the land, at one with the universe. I feel like I’m home.