Friday, November 1
I stayed on the 55 one stop longer than usual in order to go to the mall for some vegan cheese. As I walked from the bus I felt the cold winter air, but it felt good. In the shops Christmas goods had started to arrive, but the air felt crisp and even.
But not damp.
Fifteen minutes later I walk into A303 to check the situation before I teach this afternoon. I look outside and the trees glow gold under a bright blue winter sky. I fail to catch the light of the trees the way they appear to the eye.