The time is upon us for the thrill of the crunching of fallen leaves, the smell of bonfire smoke, crisp dark nights and misty early mornings. Fiery sunsets, clouds running a bruised hand through a red-headed sky as fireworks pop and crackle in the distance and someone, somewhere, has a steaming mug of tea fogging up the windows of a warm-roomed home, ready to draw a smiley face into the glass ready to welcome me home.
Home.
Autumn.
Home.
