dogtrax

Laughter is what comes after the strange connection between tone and words

Noticing darkness falling earlier each day; Autumn's arrival

for Algot

Here, beneath the eaves, safe from the threat of rainstorm, we find some respite

The fishing rod sings with energy and movement; it's all it and I

The small apple's skin - dappled in sunlight and wind - tastes a bit like time

Tough shells, shattered shards; each walnut guards its kernel, then it cracks open

Sand between the toes, footprints on the empty beach - this is where we've been

Salmon, run upstream, past dangers and barriers to make their way home

but (something) beautiful - the way the sound of the night plays against the echoes of the stage, notes bending in the light of each fading day

for #OpenWrite

The first leaves, falling, tumbling onto summer grass; change starts slow, then fast

for Algot