And just like that, slowly but surely, the bright greens of summer turn soft pink and orange, rust, coral and yellow.
As the year moves on, the feeling in the air starts to change. It’s as if the hectic energy of the summer months and the new year’s arrival begin to wane, in harmony with the trees now preparing, colourfully, for rest, for winter. The approach of autumn, to me, seems like the leisurely ritual of a woman preparing for a night’s sleep, washing away the activities and stresses of the day, rubbing cream into her skin and wrapping herself up in a cosy gown. In all its shades of coral and pink, rust and yellow, autumn takes us into a time for reflection, for becoming quieter. With streets covered…
