are louder when the light is low but on this morning there is little to hear.
you turn around at the ash tree where you often turn around. now you are heading east and get to see the sky glowing with color. by the time you get home you can see how many more leaves the wind has pulled from the trees overnight. there is a breeze, just enough to cut through your thin jacket, and you still have not warmed up all the way, even though you have started to sweat.
you walk the last part. you stop just before the house to listen. you hear the wind, and your breathing, 