a sense of place

A beautiful early Autumn day. Clothes are changing now. Socks and boots are back on and layers brought, if not worn all the time. A new autumnal fleece, deep red, in my bag.

The air smells different as I enter the parks. Cooler, autumnal. The falling has begun, the dieback. I love the seasons changing, rejoice in the fact that I live somewhere with four distinct seasons.Autumn01Autumn02There are new students here, wondering ‘Where’s the lake?’ I envy their discoverings but not their youth. I love my ageing in this place, nearly 40 years now of walking through its seasons.

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