The wind is playing, the light is sharpening and the leaves have faded just a little more each time I take the train. Here we are again, it's a new season and that always means an excess of thoughts. I want to write, and I contemplate the year that is sliding into its final months. It was a short summer. There were some very good moments, and I thoroughly enjoyed a lot of it, but mostly it just got a little lost in long days at work, moving and being back in the situation where everything is open. Autumn is a bittersweet season.
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