Brillant November

This is the best November I can remember. Bright, deeply slanted light, hard frost which never quite burns off during the day, wondrous clear nights filled with stars. Not the November that I have been dreading. This is  a November of dreams;  everything has been pared down to architecture; of trees, of grasses, of weeds; and light and shape and line. A minimal time. A time to give thanks for.

at the edge of the pond yesterday morning