Coil

We're past the autumnal equinox now, beginning that long slope down into winter. It is still too hot to be autumn, though the heat is of a tired, clammy variety, far from the bright optimism of the heatwave back in July. Autumn lies coiled like a spring. I can almost hear the tension - a low, humming, electricity substation songs, a pylon crackle.
I keep my curtains firmly closed when I sleep now (over summer, I left a gap in the curtains so I could wake with the dawn). I sleep deeply and do not remember my dreams as well as I used to. When I wake I can feel the fluid air of autumn.
Childhood landscapes, lost days when I was 12.