Tired greens of late summer cling to the trees in the park, as an early Autumn breeze blows through, pulling off exhausted leaves.
It is still warm enough for T-Shirts and shorts. A runner passes by, coated in fluorescent orange. She disturbs a squirrel; busy raiding the café bin. It looks up in alarm, then sprints to the nearest tree, where it disappears amongst the thick foliage.
So I sit here. Two hours to waste. An ice-filled glass of Victorian lemonade, my tablet computer, and a park full of people waiting for golden trees filled with russet browns.
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Love tired greens and exhausted leaves. Certainly not a wasted two hours X
Jeff Taylor over 7 years ago
Thanks Lisa :)
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Ditto what Lisa said, Jeff. This is a great concept superbly executed.
Jeff Taylor over 7 years ago
Thanks Neville. Much appreciated :)