Well Autumn doesn't appear to be hanging around. Running around the northern hemisphere on it's annual world tour it recently waltzed into my town, making the trees blush before encouraging them to throw their flimsy leaves on the stage. Jack Frost was the support act but both appear to be leaving the hotel without paying their bill. Winter is on his way. Older and wiser than Autumn he will be in town for a while, playing sell-out shows in the mountains.
One last chance. I will be off to the mountains this week for a couple of days. Maybe the last time I'll sleep under my quilt before I return to the snugness of a sleeping bag. Maybe the last trip without my big down parka. Maybe the last time without skis, snowshoes or crampons. It will certainly be my first trip in a long time that I'll be cooking over gas. Hopefully I'll get a chance to catch the end of Autumn's show, to experience some of Autumn's best loved numbers. Fallen leaves. Starry nights. Crisp mornings. An encore? Well, a smattering of snow would definitely get my lighter in the air...
