Autumns here

Autumns here for sure. The walking is wet, the wind forces mountainous clouds across the face of the Sun, the walk swings from light to dark, and between warmth to quite a chill. The forest feels Autumn. The rustling amongst the stands, the smell of wet wood and leaf; across the bare heath, deer roam, darting from cover to cover. It's nearing years close and the land is wrapping up, another year near done.