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A view from a window in the Scottish Highlands. |
Highland Autumn I love to watch birds fly, take seed from the feeder outside my window. Near autumn trees under a mystic grey sky. That hovers above rustic tiles on sloping rooftops' joined to the eaves. Where television arials, a thing of the day, point to mist covered mountains, blue in the distance. Behind pine trees a plenty reaching up high. What I love most about this Highland autumn, is the sound of the silence as time passes by. |