This past Wednesday I was out of town, and returning the next day it seemed that Autumn had, overnight, decided to take things seriously. Or perhaps you have to turn your back on things for a serious moment, in order to notice that they have in fact changed drastically—maybe observing them day in and day out gives an illusion of an unchanging landscape. The skies are spending their time as varying shades of colourless, and the panicked trees by comparison seem absurd, but I'm not in a hurry for winter, and I can wait.