“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
I”ve been feeling a little fatigued about writing and blogging lately, so I took some cliched advice and went for a walk in my local park. The weather was the perfect kind of chilly, cold enough to wrap up but not cold enough to feel as if your nips are gonna drop off and wasn’t raining. I had a wander listening to podcasts, sat on a bench to read a book, and took some snaps of the changing seasonal colours. Autumn is great and hell I’m not apologising for being that blogger who loves this time of year.
Ria