But that's the way it's supposed to be

There is something about the end of September, and the start of October.

The smell in the air is different.

The fields all change shape and colour.

The sun is lower in the sky.

The light is more diffused.

There is a slight nip in the air, which makes me want to cosy on the couch.

There are clear days.

There are still days.

There are grey days.

It's a time when I reflect - am I harvesting my memories?