The blackberries and nuts of the year.

It’s one of those days when the autumn smells of blackberries and nuts.

One of those autumn days when the sun forgot that it was not meant to be there; it played with the leaves instead and the leaves laughed.

The cuckoo was confused and for a moment called out as if it was spring.

Then it remembered and continued on its flight towards Africa.

But it looked back to check.

It’s that time of day when everything stops - even the breeze.

No leaf drops.

The only sound is that of the earth breathing.

Ssh.

Listen.