An early morning run in the half-light. Bare branches outlined against brightening sky. The robin trills, invisible in the shadows. A pheasant makes his presence known. The forgotten hill slows me. Pausing, I breathe, stretching out the moment. The world is poised, ready to turn the corner into day. Heading back for breakfast, a tree summons me, a bright flare of colour. I stop and wonder. Dark green holly contrasts with vivid leaves. Yellow flowers beckoning in the autumn sun.