Autumn
The leaves are starting to turn and fall and I am already lamenting the loss of another summer. We will go from summer where it might only rain every other day to autumn where you are lucky if the Glasgow rain stops at all. Gone will be the languid walk home where getting off the bus two stops early to stroll through the leafy green park will be replaced by the rushing through the dark and rain to get home as fast as I can. The tall trees that line the street will no longer hide the houses on the hill, instead they will shed their green coats, lay bare their branches and reveal the neighbours' lit windows. There will be no more evenings spent at the table in the window, watching the changing light as the sun sets, instead I'll draw the curtains so I can huddle up under a blanket on my sofa with a cup of tea and a good book. It will no longer be light more hours than it is dark. I may lament the loss of the summer but only for a short while, soon I will start to become excited a