November Sun Day

Filaments of white creep imperceptibly across an innocently blue sky, like hopeful mycelial tendrils feeling tentatively into their embracing surroundings. Petite tufts of lightly dirtied cotton wool float affably by, unnoticing. The movement of passing birds is seemingly transformed in this sun, from the previous days of grey. Small flocks of good mood frolic on the wind as the sunlight briefly catches on their speckled iridescence. While more modest individuals flit their cheerful glow across the world in equal lustre. Song and chatter dance in the air like sweet butterflies of sound. And ripening autumn leaves whisper their delight in an occasional mild atmosphereal caress.