Looking out the window this morning, I saw our birch tree is turning yellow. The mornings are foggy, the walnuts are falling, the light fades earlier. Autumn.
But.
The days are blue, the pink has arrived, we're in T-shirts and shorts, we're eating outside. Even at night.
I know it won't last, this bubble of warmth and colour between the cold, wet July and August that was and the chill, grey November and December to come. But while it's here? I am basking.
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