Slow night

The warm golds of Autumn, though it isn't at all warm.
The night is so quiet, apart from the night flight of a flock of geese overhead. Maybe that should be a skein of geese.

They sound so uncomfortable flying in the dark, different somehow, much more squawky. Sorry geese, but you do.

Whichever they have - inner radar or satnav, it's bloody marvellous how they do it.
Do they have further to go than me?
I think so.

Night all...