Autumn is a season of changing light.
The light of the early morning is the perfect place to enjoy that first cup of tea, though the air is still cool and bed beckons.
There are delicious long runs on Sunday afternoons, each one a race to beat the dying day. An end to the weekend that leaves me juxtaposed between flushed cheeks and skin that is cool to the touch.
Darkness falls earlier in the city these days. The shadows of buildings and skyscrapers lengthen and meet the setting sun, the warmth of the light fades, and a chill moves in.
This is my favorite season. I guess I've always loved change.