By Baker Street
It is autumn again and winter is approaching. All the leaves on the trees are yellowing and turning to brown. Then they fall a-swirling to the ground until the earth is covered with a carpet of fallen leaves. Soon the trees were stand bare and naked and the grass on the lawns will wither. Suburbia will cloaked in winter frost once more as the seasons flow into each other. Another fall, another winter season.
At the moment the weather is fine, with the clear pleasant days of autumn. The nights are getting chilly, but still not too bad. There is always work to be done around the house and I have one or two chores waiting, such as putting up a courtyard gate and having the sliding-door fixed. Writing is few and far between these days, but sometimes I still have a go. Writer’s block seems to have taken its toll.
We are already in May and the days and the weeks are rolling past. Our winter is not very long nor very extreme, and when the end of the year comes around it will herald in spring and summer again. One only needs to persevere through the bite of the colder months and warmer weather won’t be far off. Winter will be cold nights and bright days, as the leaves fall outside to signal its coming.
The cold spell is a time for staying indoors and perhaps writing a bit. A few beers from time to time helps kill the monotony. The neighbourhood has been quiet lately as we have had a string of public holidays, but all will return to normal soon with everyone going back to work. I will still be battling it out with my writing as usual, and life will go on as ever.
And still the wind blows outside and the leaves fall. The world changing colour and putting on its winter’s dress. A final gust of warm weather to make the change more pleasing, as autumn closes the chapter on another summer season…