The air and the days suddenly, seeping..ly become autumnal. It happens overnight practically and in the following dawning of the next day I can feel autumn. It holds an excitement, a mystery, a dying...yet also an awakening. Thoughts of cool autumn mornings, walking through mounds of jewel coloured leaves and golden grasses, their damp sodden fragrance disturbed and drifting upwards to reach my nose causing me to lift up my head, left and then right to breathe in the cool wet-feeling air and as a consequence catch sight and sound of a flock of geese, honking, flying in their ragged 'V' formation across the pearl-grey skies.
Snatches of past autumn days burst into my mind - always the overwhelming smell of rotting-down leaves, pungent and earthy and brackish pervading each scene. Remembering a particular road in the late afternoon now. I'm by a run of small grey-black shops to my right, they are set back from the road, a long pavement away from the line of gold and orange leaves gathering in the drain-wells. That grey ribbon of a roadside running down to meet the main thoroughfare and opposite me as I see the junction ahead another bank of houses and a news-agency shop up a short slight incline. The lights are on inside and there is a feeling of pleasance, and there is an air of school over for the day, home beckoning. A day when illness has presented me with a hiatus away from work, I am waiting for a chemist to fulfill a prescription I've been given by the doctor just up the road. How many times have I been here, in this spot, waiting...? Long ago when 'S' was small and I used to call here, coming into the chemist's shop to buy tiny elastic toys for her hair, little elastic bands of bright colours with tiny kittens attached or baubles attached that I used to fasten-up the plaits we put in her long hair each day. These scenes replay, over and over, taking me to this place, bringing me back, over and over.