white feather

Three of us sat in the sunshine on the lush grass at the woodland edge. Dark cows with tangled coats chewed their cud, showing little interest in us as we watched the clouds and ate cakes. The mood was of hope and a white feather formed in the milky skies above us. It stood just above the pointed fir tops and hung on the horizon. Somehow it symbolised our hope and the peace of the autumn.