heart set on fire

To the woods and back,

Vibrant yellow and pale gold. Bright orange and flaming red. A winding road and a dreamy me. Quaint little villages, wide open green fields, dotted with wiry sheep. Broken wooden stiles, and cosy brick houses, with hard- working chimneys. A steady breeze, a light drizzle and the smell of wet bark. Falling leaves and crumpled dreams. This autumn set my heart on fire.