We have been having the most beautiful late-afternoon skies recently. The sun has started setting right at the end of the garden, instead at the end of our neighbours garden as it does in the summer, and it seems to be bigger, too. Every evening (unless it's overcast) I can see it hanging in a great big orange ball, low down behind the skeletal branches of the trees; to either side the colour seeps out along the horizon, orange, golden yellow, pink, lilac, fading out at last to a pale blue.
The mornings are beautiful too, only in a different way. Most days now I awake to a thick mist lying over the fields, making the woods behind look all blue and smoky and mysterious; and up above (again, so long as it's not overcast) the sky is a translucent pearly blue backdrop behind the sun-stroked pine tree, with little golden wisps of cloud draped here and there, in a careless, artistic fashion. I do love autumn!
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