How to explain the beauty that exists just before dawn. Autumn has come again and with it fresh rain, that blows in gusts from passing commuters on the road. As I wait at the bus stop, a break in the traffic leaves behind a deep silence. In the quiet I can hear pins dropping. In that moment I'm no longer on my way to work. I'm just here, listening to the unseen droplets in the darkness.
In dark morning mist;
on fallen leaves