As September ends autumn begins

The wind blows the temperature drops

The prospect of dark evenings and dark mornings

Go to work in the dark come home in the dark

As I get older I miss the light more than ever

It’s cosy to sit by an open fire but not compensation enough

Six months of cold and damp weather fills me with dread

No more shirt sleeves just big warm coats

No bad weather only bad clothes the saying goes

Only true to a point bundled up in duck down filled jackets

Muddy shoes that always need cleaning

To a desert dwelling I am leaning

Oh but for the sand in your shoes and in your hair in your toaster and your telly

Ill light the fire and enjoy six months of watching flickering flames