Perspective

Never out of the thirties today. A steady breeze penetrates our buffalo plaid and sends us back to the house for old leather.

Overcast. Everything slowed, including us, and it feels fine. No need to rush the seasons.

In the fallow field, the first leaves of asters and goldenrod show themselves through the thatch of last year's stems.

On the path, the first bluets of the year stand shivering. We kneel for a closer look, and then lower, astonished at the unobtrusive beauty that surrounds us, so easy to take for granted.

A change in perspective helps us see.

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