The September nights are drawing in and summer has disappeared again.

I can’t imagine what it is like to live without seasons. I complain, bitterly, when the days start drawing in and there is a chill in the air, but there is an appreciation in contrast, a removal of complacency maybe.

I always find Summer strange. It is drawn out by long lazy days and, then, suddenly, there is a painful moment when you realise that it is gone –

Even if it never really came.

This is the other curiosity. Even though the days were marked by rain clouds and disappointment, it is the impression of sun and warmth that remains. It is funny that I hang on to a mis-remembering.


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