I’m in another, and surely, final, week of the local autumn observational complaint. You can’t make autumn stay, you can’t show off the season properly. I’m still trying to do it, even though it can’t be done. But I’m still trying.
More leaves are falling, the time is drawing nigh. But we’re not into the long dark season of winter’s discontent just yet.
There’s still a lot of color up in the air.
