“It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.”
Well, everyone. It’s autumn. It’s time for the leaves to turn red, turn brown, turn fragile, and finally fall. Time for pumpkin spice lattes (which I’m actually drinking RIGHT at this moment). Leather boots, plaid shirts, and mustard stripes. Hot coffee, big scarves, and violas. A high, chilly blue sky. Messy buns and windblown curls.
Up north, anyway. Here… I only dream about it.