My body has been beginning to clear itself of the cold and bronchitis, I have my sense of smell back in time for the musty smell of wet autumn lingering in the cold air. The bronchitis cough lingers on, as it probably will for a number of days, but I feel better.
I had a little time to kill last week, in between dropping Mikey at school and picking up two pairs of boots from the shoe repair shop. I decided to walk around the park until the shop opened, savouring each step in the brisk temperature and the sunshine peeking out from between the clouds. The colours have come later this year, but now in November the trees are alive with vibrant reds and deep oranges.
The park in Autumn is filled with splashes of warm colour against a drab cloudy sky. Birds and squirrels squabble over tree nuts and leaves caught in a gust of wind slowly make their way to the ground.
Back at home, the creeper growing up the brick on the front of our apartment building has also began to slowly change; from green through to yellows, reds and purples. Some of the leaves on one side have gone through the entire cycle and already fallen, on the other side they have yet to begin and are still green for now.
From the windows in the living room I can see the deep red glow of the leaves as I’m sitting on the couch with my coffee, burying myself in a good book.