I wrote this in Scotland a few years back. Since the elderberries are ripening I thought I’d share it now. The tree lined horizon of rust, amber and gold reflects the unseasonal warmth of October against a canvass of azure dappled white.┬áThe air is light, fragrant with leafy musk and as we climb the hill a formation of migrant geese draws our eyes toward the sky. My daughter stops amidst the fall of a large sycamore to collect leaves, her…