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Friday, 16 September 2011

The most magical time of day

Walking to work at 6:30 am yesterday was a shock to the system. It wasn't the time, as I am used to early mornings, but it was so cold! Yesterday morning certainly had the first Autumn twang to the air and that sudden fear that Autumn was indeed on the doorstep and we will sadly have to say goodbye to summer. It was cold enough for a coat, it has that earthy, fresh smell to the air, there was dew on the grass and I could see my breath as I stomped to work. This, mixed with the slight changes to the leaves on the trees, started to evoke a feel of the autumn days to come. Cool crisp mornings, dark cool evenings, winds and rain, autumns graceful golden show, piles of leaves, boots and coats. But even when winter grasps us with it's cold fingers, and lays its deadly vail over the world, my early morning walks to work will be the most magical time of the day.


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