Goose cries and long strings of wintry birds passed overhead, quickly vanishing beyond the houses, with two weeks' worth of days caught around their ankles as they flew. That's where the time went.
Or maybe the time got painted out and drawn over. I keep meaning to post here, but everything I'm working on right now is somewhere in the middle stages. Hopefully there will be an etching to show soon though.
Yesterday, in a small round hour of sunlight, we snuck through the back lanes, disguised as the tops of our own heads just peeking out above the stone walls.
The wind smelled of fires. The sunlight had turned cold and sharp. And everywhere we went magpies called out, clicking, clacking and croaking to one another.
May you find these longer nights to be lit by vast and vivid dreams. Happy Autumn!