On Autumn

One unexpected perk of Toronto: pretty much the only hint I'll see in the next few months of the changing seasons.

I could have predicted I'd get nostalgic about leaves changing colour, crisp cold days or conkers. But wearing a scarf? Those foggy London mornings when you don't want to get out of bed? Realising you haven't worn enough layers halfway through the day, when it's too late to do anything about it? Didn't expect to discover a fondness for those that was certainly never apparent when I lived in London.

Having said that, come February, when everyone else is fantasising about sunshine, I think I'll have the last laugh...