They arrive so quietly, sneaking their way in
To the supermarket doorways in 6 foot boxes,
Autumn fruits spelling the end of the heat
And evenings so filled with red woolen blankets
And hot chocolate mugs on the longest of evenings.
I should hate this time of lengthening shadows,
Of coats and scarves and warm bobble hats,
But I rather love the scarier books
And the rain on the windows as I curl up inside,
With pumpkins on doorsteps and cobwebs in windows
And kids dressed as ghouls with buckets of candy.
It is this week that I have noticed the leaves starting to change colour and it has reminded me how much I love this time of year. I know that all the sun worshippers hate this time of year, but I just adore it.
My dad lives for the summer and becomes so grumpy as the longer nights set in and the weather gets cooler. I really like curling up on the sofa with a scary book and really getting into the spirit of October.
I think that a lot of it comes down to the fact that I am an introvert and I love that all the summer garden parties are done and nobody wants to leave the house any more. I get to sit at home and not feel like I’m being rude or selfish or any other thing people think about introverts.
And then there’s the books! How much do I love it when all of the booktubers start reviewing thrillers and horrors. I love the plot lines almost as much as I love the book cover art.
I’m just made for this time of year and I wish it could last forever. All I need to worry about is the Christmas and New Year parties that are just around the corner.