The light was different today, in between the dark grey clouds looming above and the brief bursts of sunlight from surprisingly blue bits of sky.
The wind was a little fiercer and the air a little colder.
I do love the days of summer, and autumn, but always towards the end of a season I am looking forward to the next one.
Today felt like the first taste of winter. A dark afternoon and hot cocoa, woolly socks and wishing to stay under the warm duvet a little longer. (Ok, the last one, that’s all year round for me.)
I hope we are still going to get some more autumn days, with pumpkins and apples and colourful leaves crumpling on the window sill after long walks. It is still only October, albeit just a few more days. I might still need a little more time to ease myself into a new season.