Oh Scotland in November.
You are beautiful in your own way.
Eeking out a few daylight hours between blankets of darkness.
Misty walks among bare trees.
Constant rain making the rivers flow hard and fast.
Your autumn colors are all dark red browns painted between the evergreen.
We race to stretch our legs during the precious few hours of daylight on a Saturday.
Bundled up, we tromp and climb and get mud on our boots.
Walking in August is all generous sunlight but late autumn walks under a dull gray sky make the long nights more bearable.
Sleep comes easy and I dream of forests.