the wind is strong today. freeing wisps of hair to dance before my eyes. with every bluster another brilliant flurry of leaves let’s go of one place. making their quiet journey to another. for a few sweet moments they drift without wings. but just as glorious as any eagle. my companions, are as gusty as the air. they feel the beginnings of the chill that will certainly take soon. and the music… the music is just as lovely as the sky…

listening to Tchaikovsky’s Serenade for Strings