Strange Days

The woods feel very up beat, above, the Sun periodically breaks cover from the racing clouds and floods the bare stands, while above enthusiastic bird calls emanate from the bristly canopy. As if there's a glamour on the woods, there's a strange feeling abroad, it feels like spring, yet spring is a long time coming. Anomalous days out of season have become increasingly common place. Again, as of recent, the warmth of the Sun feels unseasonably warm, warmer than it should be. Tree moss, allowed access to light by the clear canopy, flourishes, vibrant and green, it coats many of the trunks, both upright and recumbent. Across the meanders of Highland Water and through the mix of shrubbery and trunk, a fair sized group of Deer spy our approach and, more reactively than usual, make haste in the opposite direction. Strange days.