It’s that time of year again, the socks are out and the flip flops are limping their way to that pit under my bed where things go to be stored. They may make one more fleeting outing but the chances look slim. The air is getting crispy, my bike saddle is covered with dew every morning (although rain is also a contender in that area) and the leaves are very much turning a nice shade of orange.
I cycle to work, as many do in Cambridge, and several times last week I was stunned by those spectacular mornings you only get at this time of year (or rather I’m not up early enough to witness it in the summer). Part of my cycle takes me passed one of the commons by the river, the edge running along the road is lined with (sadly diseased) chestnut trees. If you are lucky and the sun is just at the right height you can see spider webs sparkling between the branches with the sun glinting off the damp grass that is slowly appearing out of the morning mist. I just wish I could remind myself how beautiful it is at 6am, so that I could get out and capture it with my camera before work!
It is also that time of year where you start making plans for Christmas, or certainly it is for me. Having parents that live in different countries, and a 20 year old habit of alternating where you’ll be for Christmas and either just before/after Christmas, means that you have to think fast or else it turns into an even more expensive time of year! Hopefully by the end of the week my itinerary will be sorted and my bookings made. Then I can forget about Christmas for at least another month, or until I am unpleasantly reminded by adverts on TV or displays in shop windows, or heaven forbid, Christmas music…
So, until then mum’s the word. As for me, on this chilly Autumn evening, I am going to make myself a hot drink and curl up with a book I am thoroughly enjoying. It’s utter escapism, with knights and elves and words I am only guessing the pronunciation of. I love it.
Tuesday 7th October 2014 20:47