Birch
I had half an hour to wait until the car was ready to pick up after being serviced. So I walked up into the local park and this birch glinted at me in the autumn sun. There are those moments, magical ones really, when something catches the eye, or the mind, or any combination of senses and one is arrested. Arresting moments.

Is there a need to make anything of them past noticing. I think not.

This is for my walking companion, who is getting back on his feet where he belongs! Be well, be happy.