Equinox

The tawny owls have been declaring that it's autumn on my early morning walks these past two days, and there's a not-quite nip of frost in the air. Orion hangs above the roofs of the houses as I set out, and Sirius comes and goes, a white star in the black pine branches out in the forest. The crescent moon grows thinner, and the spiders spin their webs across the paths.

It's been a long time since Max was well enough to accompany me on these morning walks, so I don't feel his absence so much in the forest. Though that will probably change when the winter arrives, and there's no-one to leap joyfully into the puddles - I don't think I'm up to that job myself.

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Thank you all so much, for your kind words about Max.

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