Autumn Cometh

I was a little surprised this morning to find I couldn't see out of the window. At least, I couldn't see any further than the end of the garden. The house beyond the fence was just a looming shadow in the fog. Walking up my road in the direction of the tube station was wonderful; the drone of noise some people call the north circular was muted and everywhere you looked there were spiders webs hanging with dew. When it's not cold and wet, autumn can be really beautiful.

Of course, the sun has come out now and it's just another bland, late summers day. But for a while this morning there was just a hint of what's to come.