Autumn is here, bringing rain and dark mornings.
I feel a bit melancholic and am not entirely sure it’s because the time that was, the time that is or the time that’s yet to come. And I guess it doesn’t really matter.
Autumn’s here. I’m here. That’s all there is to it.
So what Am I Going to Do with this One precious Autumn in 2017?
I’m going to get back to writing and editing. There are stories to be told, stories to unfold and stories that need to change.
(I know I promised pictures in my previous post. But my computer at work is not cooperating so you’ll have to wait for those.
(sorry not sorry)