The Light

There is a winding lane at the end of my road.  It gets twistier and narrower the further you go along it.  It is surrounded by woodland on either side and gets quite dark in places.  In the autumn the beech trees along the road look wonderful, especially as they mingle with dark pine trees.  They look best on a day like today when the sun is pouring through the leaves.

Aside from a few walks, I have spent the day painting my bedroom.  It needed a fresh coat of paint.  Feels good to have it done.