the Daily Grind: October 2004 Archives

Last night was the first of the season in which Cambridge could be seen through Autumn eyes, slipping on her shimmering ghost of a Winter dress that only improves with the shortening of days and the slow bleeding of vital colours from the trees and buildings around. With the advent of sundown materialised a light mist that cast everything into soft relief, and with the ever deepening moonshadow, punctuated here and there by the cheery, orange glow of college lights through ancient leaded windows, came whispered memories of bone aching cold, heavy coats and warm cider steaming between clasped, gloved hands.

Above all things I'll miss the warmth, but part of me is glad that winter is on its way.