let it be autumn.

 “The earth has music for those who listen” – William Shakespeare

I love autumn. I love the colours, leaves painted red, orange, yellow, brown, shades of nature fluttering through the streets. I love the autumn cold, different from the harsh cold of winter, which makes your bones brittle and your skin white. It’s a cosy cold, a tights and skirt kind of cold.

I love autumn skies, clouds gathering in thick grey crowds that allow you to feel comfortable spending an entire day inside reading books and watching television. I’m not coerced out by the guilt of hot summer sun, or trapped by winter rains. Autumn is nonchalant, laid-back, leisurely.

I love the the foods; soups that billow hot steam, freshly baked bread and porridge oats spiced with cinnamon, honey ginger tea and roasted pumpkin. The tender wrapping of frozen fingers around hot bowls and mugs.

Autumn is early darkness and early light, gently frosted mornings that taste crisp in your lungs. It’s sun filtering through morning curtains, dark chocolate and movies in bed. Vibrant colours, leisure and hot earl grey, piles of leaves and grey skies, which are the beautiful kind of grey. Autumn is brown leather boots, red flushed cheeks, brightly coloured socks, and days where it’s cold and sunny at the same time. It’s duvets and coffee and well-worn books and comforts.