Autumn

I woke up feeling rotten. Cramps, headache, stuffy nose and sore throat. My brain doesn’t want to work. Just a run of the mill cold but for some reason its getting me down. forced a bit of writing out this morning and plan to spend the rest of the day curled up with a hot water bottle and a blanket. the nonsense of it is I don’t know how I caught it. I’ve barely seen anyone in weeks. Those I have seen have been wearing facemasks and other PPE.

Autumn has settled in outside my window. Wild winds and crisp air, misty mornings turning to sun dappled afternoons. The night is drawing in earlier and rain comes down in violent streaks. It’s my favourite time of year. A time for long blustery walks, discovering conkers and wrapping up warm. A time for the crackling of burning logs, hot chocolate with marshmallows and snuggling up on the sofa. Then comes the comfortable fear of Halloween. A time to indulge in sweet treats and explore all that it macabre and mysterious. Guy Faulks Night brings toffee apples and sparklers, fierce explosions in the sky, great bonfires and smoke filled lungs. Then comes the anticipation of Christmas and the hope for snow, until at last autumn gives way to winter.

Autumn is my favourite time of year and I plan to enjoy every day of it.

Thanks for reading folx

Today I wrote 442 words

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