The sun sets behind the tall chimney on the horizon nowadays, as it does in equinox times. I like that half-way mark.
The boats are disappearing from the marina, one by one. Late evenings are dark and some nights surprisingly cold. I don't need the leaves turning red and yellow in the trees to tell me that the season of ice is approaching.
It may be the season of being cold and weary but also the season for candles and wool.
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