Everything about the park is still. There is a chill in the air and even the birds have not yet woken. The sun is rising somewhere behind the park, but I cannot see it. My eyes are drawn to the trees. The last leaves of autumn hang from their branches, infused with soft light. Nature is seamless here. Sunlight and leaf are one. I do not know where one begins and the other ends.
golden sunlight dripping
from the trees