Autumn leaves

I would really love to fall in love with autumn. And I do try so hard. I recognise that there are things to like about autumn: the delicious colours of turning leaves, rooting through storage boxes to find forgotten hats, the chill of a cold morning as your breath hits the air. But I'm afraid I just can't learn to love it. It's colours and textures and chills simply signal the end of something even more beautiful. The end of long evenings, of blue skies, of holidays, of cold beers and the pure joy of wearing no socks. Autumn, I'm sorry, but I just don't like you like that.

Today has been wonderful. A busy hum of meetings and students and schools and choirs and team times and new, interesting people. But now I'm exhausted and trying to wind down before more of the same tomorrow.

Happy birthday shadowlight. Hope it's been excellent.