Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Into the Dark
The rare snowstorm last winter.
It's that time of year -- when the dark descends. We changed our clocks last weekend, and now the light does a disappearing act by five.
While I can't say I love the long nights, this is the time of year when London really comes into its own. Everything seems technicolour, recovering from the wash-out of rain or the bleach of the summer sun. Streetlights cast their yellow glow as workers rush home; mornings dawn with a sky so blue it looks like a Microsoft screen-saver.
It's the perfect season to crunch through the massive chesnut leaves in Hyde Park, duck into the warmth of a pub for a quick pint, then curl up on the sofa at home.
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I love London too in the weeks running up to Christmas, it takes on a Peter pan style atmosphere and having tea at Fortnums is a special treat.
That sounds wonderful! Sigh.
Tea at Fortum's! I must go. I love their ice-cream parlour, too.
Anna Claire - when are you coming to London? :)
What is is that is so magical about fall? We have trouble describing it, naming it, but we know it's there -- just like love is there and a force to be reckoned with.
Hi Cassandra,
You're right; I'm not what it is but there *is* something about Fall! Maybe it's the sensory experiences - the smell of the leaves, etc?
Whatever it is, I love it!
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