I love this time of year, the slow introduction of winter though never quite arriving. The nights stretch out before us like shadows in the failing sun and leaves lie at your feet like fallen soldiers on the battlefield. When collars are turned to protect from the wind and the smell of gunpowder is in the air from the fireworks that everyone has been setting off. The noises, the life. People out trick-or-treating or asking penny for the guy (do they do that anymore? I haven’t seen any in a few years). It’s all a support act to the end of year run-in and Christmas, where most of us get a well earned break.
All the excitement before we start again with nothing but the grey cold, a hangover, and another long year ahead…