Those months come down to moments or small plots

Leaves

The photograph was taken on September 30th.

We had a cold night, and there was frost and ice in the morning. I walked for two hours in Petikko, and before sunrise I saw four white-tailed deer, having a bite at a field. I wonder how bright the deer are, as last weekend there was a hunt going on around those same fields. Perhaps they know that it is not safe only on weekends.

(Posting title is from the poem English Sonnet by Chelsea Rathburn.)