I want to notice this day.

I want to breathe in the look, sound and feel of *this* day, this 30th of August, nearing the end of the summer day.

I want to notice the way the oaks shimmer in the puddle on the road after days of heavy rain,

how the fields are patterned by the farmer’s work,

how the brambles pout with rich dark abundance,

I want to notice how the brambles taste on my lips, still warm from the late summer kiss of hedgerow sun, Continue reading