Autumn

Autumn is my favourite season. I used to always think it was summer, I love the heat and the freedom, but recently I've started to appreciate the cold and the routine so much more. I'm never happier than when I'm walking around in the evening when it's dark outside, breathing in the pure cold air and that indescribable smell, the smell of pine and rain and excitement. You know what's great? Putting on your biggest coat and walking down to a small cafe with a book in your bag knowing that there is a warm coffee waiting just minutes away. Watching everyone around you so absorbed in themselves, their lives and their tasks brings you a sort of self gratification that you can't get easily elsewhere. We don't get enough of autumn in London, it seems like there's only a very short period between my clinging on to the ends of summer and welcoming that Christmas spirit. If only I could bottle the feeling I get walking down the my road in autumn and keep it with me for when I'm complaining about how dark or cold it is.