The sky was gray, almost white. Dismal and perfect at the same time. The air was cool and chilly, and the birds were noisy, busy doing whatever birds do in the afternoon. Fluttering around in the bushes now, not high in the trees like they were in the summer.
Every bit of my surroundings shouted (very quietly) ‘late November’.
Last night I looked up in the sky, and saw a tiny light flicker, like a firefly, way too late for the party.
….for another flicker.
So I moved my head this way and that, and stretched my neck to see more of the sky. Suddenly there were many tiny lights.
Ahh, stars of course, playing hide n’ seek with what’s left on the tall trees outside my window.
In July, August…you wouldn’t see stars in that part of the sky. You’d see the dark shadow of leaves. But we’re moving fast towards winter.
Cold nights. Leafless trees.