Something distinctly autumnal today. Sat on my bed - 9:37am - after a good night's sleep. The light coming through the curtains half-obscured by curtains is grey with something that reminds me of rain (it is not raining). Reminds me of those first cooler, gloomier days in September - first days of darkness, those words 'dark breezy mornings' conjured by an old school friend, now a priest. It's not breezy, not raining though. One of those autumnal days where I might wander up by those roads when I lived at Flo's house, 2001 - 2003. The only autumnal part of Brighton there, drift and dream; cafes, the marina, writing poems with Joe in just-bought notebooks, salmon and bread on the Undercliff walk. the other side of the Marina...
