Wednesday, 3 November 2010

That far off feeling,

That far off kind of ache. (Monsters of Folk.)

The clocks went back over the weekend, and my body has yet to get used to it. Locking up the shop in early evening darkness and tripping to my car in the still, relatively, mild weather fills me with anticipation as the long night approaches. Cold weather always seems to warm hearts, and the drinks of the season.. I realise that there is never a bad time for red wine; there is summer time wine' held carelessly on airless evenings; opposed to the bottle shared between two on a chilly evening with bundles of clothing and the anticipation of getting warm.