Autumn

Autumn is late this year.  I can remember a Novembera decade ago when the trees were already bare, the russet leaves piled high in crunchy heaps for children to toss into the air.  This year, in Sheffield, our pavements are treacherous, layered with a magnificent golden carpet.  I hesitate to stride lest I slip and fall.

But, it is a glorious time of year and a season of life to be treasured. A time to for the world heave and change, bend in the winds, before settling down for winter.