Turmoil.

Damp, miserable weather
accompanied by winds blowing
everything out of shape.
Life uncontrollably altered in anticipation
of the Fall that is to come.

Shouldn't moan too much - at least the weather is consistent. Doesn't seem to matter when you take holidays in this country. Man's first day back at work today. Guess he'll be knackered when he gets home. Soul food is the order of the day I think. Better go cook.