|The back field at Pine Point school|
Behind the school, the trails for the cross-country runs go along fields and down into the woods.
On the morning of the first real frost the hedgerows were alive with sparrows, towhees, thrushes and jays all in an uproar about the sudden freeze.
Icy grass hunkered in every tree-shadow, but turned to dew in minutes as the sun would strike.
Phoebes fluttered - a migrating flock - picking off any cold-sluggish insects that might take flight or climb a blade of grass.
There'll be enough days to go to the gym as the weather turns foul. Autumn days like this one call.