The light is different in Autumn. The sky is still summery blue, and the sun is bright. But it's in a different place in the sky these days, and the shadows are long and strange across the gold coloured grass. In fact, everything has that golden feel about it, which I really love.
There's a chilly sort of breeze, turning the leaves inside out and fluttering them into applause. It is cold on the back of my neck for a while, then the wind dies down and the sun is warm again.
I think I'm going to have to shake myself out of whatever this malaise is. I'm gradually becoming nocturnal. It's okay for owls, security guards and students, but I don't really have an aspiration to be any of those things - except maybe an owl.
I was a student once, of course. In the middle of one night this week, I looked up my old student house on Google Maps. It's much the same, though they've changed the front door, and Mondeo Man two doors down has upgraded.
Exercise, a good breakfast, plenty of water. And maybe a baseball bat next to the bed to really get me out for the count. I think though, probably, the real art of it will be learning how to stop thinking about everything.
The air's gone a bit cooler now and there are lots of dogs sniffing around. I think I will go wandering down the hill. I've just about got the energy for it.
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