1 December 2014

There is magic in the crisp and cold air this time of the year

I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about Autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boots, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued pallate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.

Alys Fowler

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