The first hint comes just at moon rise on an ordinary August weeknight. It's hardly a breeze at all, certainly not enough to toss or even tickle a leaf but still a few degrees cooler with just a bit more oxygen than usual. Meanwhile, the chickory sway with clean priorities; frank blossoms the color of midnight with no pretense of foliage. The goslings on the pond have traded their oatmeal down for more sleek travel attire and lifted off for their first long distance flight, leaving me flat-footed in a dimming season, longing for fresh wings to glide a sore heart above the cool indigo prairie.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)