Fallen backward for winter

Well as British Summer Time has officially ended the clocks have fallen backward an hour for winter. It's certainly getting windier outside and leaves are falling off trees but so far we have been lucky not to have much in the way of cold, crisp, mornings. They are on their way, but not yet here.

Although it is winter if feels more like autumn because there still are leaves on trees and it's just a matter of time before one big storm rapes them of their final golden flora. I love the sun light at this time of year as well. It has this beautiful orange or golden caste. Any true photographer will understand what I mean by this, it's all to do with the light temperature. But you don't have to be a photographer to see the beauty at this time of year. To inhale the wind as it starts to flex it's muscles and see how it can bash your skin. Flexing it will throw gale and gust at you, it will try and blow you over, but most of the time it's just can't get there. In a couple of months though, when the chill does really set in, the wind will enjoy inflicting a chilling torture. A time when you come indoors from outside and your face is blushed as blood eventually gets to run to the surface of your face. Lips get chapped, finger tips chilled and it becomes difficult to find a memory of what it was like while the weather was mild. People huddle round their gas fires or radiators, cuddle up to hot water bottles and wonder how many more layers of clothes it will take to fend off the icy feeling. So for the moment, this moment now I enjoy the beautiful low glowing light, the back lighting effect it has on dangling crisp leaves and I'm brave enough to endure whatever autumn or early winter breeze blows.

Tomorrow I'm off to see Sparkling Eyes and Rock Chick, now they live where it is quite a few degrees cooler than London. Which means I'll probably have to fish out a jumper, even gloves. Wonder if I should look for my Russian hat as well? No better not. Sparkling says I look like a mentally ill person when I put it on. But at least a bloody warm mentally ill person.