
The autumn light was so perfect I couldn’t resist trying to touch it.

And then it was gone, scattered in the leaves.

Soon it was back.

The garden was not pleased.

I rolled the light into a ball and tossed it back at the trees, who were soon content.

The autumn light was so perfect I couldn’t resist trying to touch it.

And then it was gone, scattered in the leaves.

Soon it was back.

The garden was not pleased.

I rolled the light into a ball and tossed it back at the trees, who were soon content.
Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.