Morning - Bright October sun - clear and laced through with something fluid. Slightly hungover I wandered into town listening to Death In June's last two albums.
When the sun goes in, a chill comes down. Later, on the beach, I think of sleeping on the stones, but that that wind - that wind is a premonition of January. Those long stretched out weeks preceding when I will have my 42nd birthday.
I read online (once I would have read this in a newspaper) that the clocks go back this weekend.
The sun will set at 4:43pm.