Working as a lone creative person often feels most heightened in the autumn, the solitude of it more noticeable somehow, followed around by some kind of unnamable longing for everything to be easier, more bearable, for everyone. You can’t think properly with other people around, but you need them around nonetheless, and regardless these early autumn-to-winter weeks leave me feeling better than all the other ones—the springs and the summers don’t promise me things, but the autumn does and I can’t ever thank it enough.