The Sun has just started to peak over the horizon on this beautiful Autumnal morning. The golden light floods the lands around me and glistens through the last remaining leaves on the big oaks trees who circle this land. There is a sweetness that hints on the edges of the morning breeze, with the top notes of overripe berries, of rose hips, of the last flowers of summer, of apples, all held by the undertones of the rich full bodied earth, shrouded in the beauty of dampness and decay.