I swept up the leaves in the garden today, it was chilly but windstill. The bright summer colours are fading fast, with green turning yellow and brown. Was it only last week that this was my view?
And then, at night, the sun setting after a hot day, the heat melting into a comfortable and pleasant evening,
During the day I read
All gone now, it’s chilly in England and the evenings are drawing in earlier and earlier. The central heating is on. I am wistful and unable to write reviews, after a week of catching up with work and reports. No you’ll just have to wait until I come out of this sense of remoteness, as if it does not matter, none of it.