Symphony of senses.

As the sky wanes, the evening sky takes on a metallic sheen, the pathways of the fading day swollen with gold. The rust of leaves moves softly as a hidden song ready to be sung. Soft and supple fingers caress the silky flowers like they’re immersed in their warmth. The tantalising sweetness of plump summer berries lingers still, although only for a little while longer. The wind carries the smells of pine and dirt together, as always.