The Wanted Autumn of Ghosts

Well, here we are, the end of another summer.
The days vacillitate from being autumnal to being summery (kind of), and end up feeling like neither. When I leave work at 9:00pm now, it is dark. The air is still humid though - though nothing like the heatwave days - but the shadows have a softer look about them, and the leaves on the trees have that washed out quality to them. Walking to work yesterday, I noticed a few of the first autumnal leaves on the ground.
There's a chill in the air this morning though - not unpleasant - and I am able to forget - temporarily - that I am working 48 hours next week - to make the most of the current wages before they plummet thanks to the company I work for being bought out.
It's still August, it's still summer, just, but I'm headed toward the wanted autumn of ghosts I feel wending it's way here.

Blowy Day

Blowy day.
Something autumnal in the sunlight.
The company I work for has been taken over by another company, and we all head for a wage decraese to the minimum wage, and longer hours, and...
It's a year next Tuesday that I left Family Investments, and went to America for my cousin James' wedding.
I could sleep now, but I am restless, and do not feel I will sleep ever again.

Another August is Here

Another August is here.
I'm sat on me bed in my room listening to Husker Du's 'New Day Rising' whilst drinking a bottle of ale. I'm due to go out in about an hour because Becky is having leaving drinks.
I'm waiting for the washing machine to finish.
It's funny, as soon as you hit August, it seems you shift quickly into the second half of the year. Autumn is just a few steps, and even Christmas doesn't seem like the mythical beast it did yesterday.
Clouds. Skies. Humidity.