Sunday 27th August
I almost feel cold on my morning walk, the ground is drenched with dew, the fields steaming as cold air meets warm earth.
Everything seems fresh, a little perkier than of late, less dusty. Though I notice a shift in the colours. The greens are darker, sludgier, less vibrant. There’s a hint of brown at the edges, a crisping that catches…
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