Increasingly I’m catching that autumn vibe. The mornings are cooler, the air cold with damp, and the sunshine somehow seems to be a slightly paler yellow. Autumn comes early methinks as the fruits in the hedgerow tumble into luscious juiciness and the mushrooms pop up in the fields.
I hear the cawing of crows in the mornings and the gentle thrum of cold rain upon the roof. The light changes quickly across the mountains. Dark clouds breaking into slabs of sunshine on the distant fields and sea. A glowing arena of illumination one moment, a few sliced rays of light the next. If you aren’t quick you’ll miss it.
Yes, I think that old autumn is on his way, softly, softly, stealing away our summer, and he didn’t even have the decency to wait for September to begin.
Let's hope that he's as glorious as our summer has been.