The nights are rushing in now, inky and pricked with stars when I open my window and lean out to look for bats. Cool air smacks my face when I stand on my doorstep in the mornings and watch the cat hop onto the wall.
I have been trying to inhabit the sense of renewal that comes with autumn, though I am sometimes confused by this when I see piles of dead leaves heaping up on the pavements. The concept of fresh
