The relentless cycling of the seasons is a theme that I keep returning to, something that was especially true in this first year. This was published on the 9th of July, so we’d just passed over the hump of the year, and the nights were very slowly starting to draw in. There are some people who can’t just live in the moment though - the dog days of high summer are just a harbinger of the chill winds of winter to cone. Some people call it Autumn, other just see the Fall.
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