A Light in the Dark

Wendy Pratt Writing

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I’m just back from an evening dog walk. I say evening, in fact it was afternoon, but the nights draw in so early now and it is currently so misty that it might as well be evening. The air was thick with water, heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and bonfires. There was no one about and no breeze lifted the branches or rattled the crisped autumn laves against each other. Th lane was wet, the fallen leaves beginning to stew together to become mulch. The dog and I got lost in the moment, as one does when one is walking and thinking and listening to the damp drip of water running down trees and riddling through the verge to the stream. The lights at the railway crossing were bright and warm and seemed so solitary in the dusk.

This is my favourite time of…

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