I have to admit that Autumn drives me mad. I love every moment, every colour and every smell. I notice the sky and photograph the different blues – dark blue yesterday, ice blue today. I watch the birds flying in formation and think ‘how do they know how to do that?’ I make little bouquets of lavender and lilies and give them to my friends. I say hello to my neighbours. I even answer my phone. I go for long walks, I smell the air and cannot stop myself from crunching the leaves. I am friendly to people. Like, really friendly. I walk my dogs and the men are gorgeous and every single cyclist and every sweaty jogger smells so damn good I feel reckless and I am reckless.
That’s it. Autumn makes me reckless. It’s a time for beauty, gin, red leaves and clear skies, for perfect stars and the most delicious smells and the moon and men, dear sweet goddesses, the men.
I blame Autumn for everything.
It’ll be different in winter. I know.
But for now.
Oh my god.