“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus
Autumn always puts me into a very select state of being, one of nostalgia and melancholy wrapped up in comforting blanket of contentment with the world. I love the crisp cold and misty mornings with frost on the grass, I love the darker evenings when a sunset will hang low in the clear evening sky. I love the leaves on the ground the excuse to wear a scarf and back in the day to light a fire and sit around in the comforting glow. Everything is a little more atmospheric. It is the very specific colour palate which makes Autumn as a season so wonderful, all of the livid brown hues and faded yellows there rich crimson and dusky shadowy orange its beautiful. Its a colder time of year and to have such warm colours surrounding you just makes everything in some ways magical. Autumn has been my favourite time of year for as long as I can remember. It was a time of year for looking for conkers, of Halloween and sweets. I have memories of running through big piles of leave on my walk home from school as a little kid, and of the wish to bury myself in one of them to scare people as they walked past. I still want to one day do this one day, but until then you will find me in the park kicking the crispy leaves as I walk!