It was dark when I took Roxy out for her walk yesterday morning. Dark and icy cold. The full moon was trying hard to throw some light through the clouds. We walked down the path, going left this time towards Petersham Road. The frost crunch, crunched under foot. We turned right onto Sandy Lane and walked along the tree lined pavement. The wind blew in small gusts, very fresh. Sycamore trees stand high on either side of the road. Now that it's autumn, their leaves have turned light brown. Somehow, possibly because of the frost and the gusty wind, Rox and I were showered in falling leaves. They swirled around, thick like heavy snow. You could barely see ahead. I could not help laughing aloud. It was magical.