This is what the world looks like, still, though not for much longer. Lots of yellows, some reds, still some green bits, the browns being revealed. And it’s all really rather lovely. I’ve tried to soak myself in colours, running or walking in the woods at least every other day, and I’m dreading the all-consuming greyness that’s only a few gusts away.
And yet – I’ve been dreaming of snow. Twice that I remember, and possibly more, I’ve more than willingly welcomed the whiteness in my sleep.