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,

I want to notice how the thistle seeds are catching in the spider’s web,

I want to notice, eyes wide open, the first subtle hints of the autumn, even as I dread the onset of the darker days,

I want to notice every moment of the wheel gently turning,

I want to notice how the seasons move,

I want to taste the bramble kiss of this late day of August,

I want to notice this day, this 30th of August 2012, this never to come again day.

I want to notice this day.