October has nearly finished its monologue, but my god it has been a beautiful month. The last few days especially have had me begging it to stay a bit longer, poised between cold that asks you to breathe and a cold that buttons you up. "English autumn mornings are often like mornings nowhere else in the world. The air is cold. The floorboards are cold. It is perhaps this coldness which sharpens the tang of the hot cup of tea. Outside, steps on the gravel crunch a little more loudly than a month ago because of the very slight frost."