This year I am really noticing all the beautiful colourful leaves on the trees and on the ground, and the delightful bright éclat of blue, yellow, gold, green and surprisingly red red. To my mind, the French word expresses so much better than any English one the brilliance of the yellow leaves against the blue sky. It feels like the colours and shapes physically strike my eyes, momentarily stunning me. They keep tempting me to linger for a longer look at the whole scene.
The sky is more white than blue today, but still all kinds of colour abound. This time last year I had just begun my round the world trip, and I was in warm places well away from all this autumn glory. I really missed it! I remember how relieved and delighted I was when I reached Switzerland at the end of November to find the last vestiges of a golden leaved autumn were still in evidence, although winter was fast approaching.
So this year I am delighted to be fully present here, among the beautiful leaves and skies of my home. Sheffield does a good line in bright, brisk autumnal sky-blue days. There is much that is wrong with the world, but this remains such a joy.