The colours, the wind, the chill, the colours, the damp smells, the leaves, the colours - they're all still there.
I breathed deeply, turned my face towards the sky and my camera towards the colours.
I came back home and knit a few more rows of my autumn hurricane hat. Then without realising it, the hat was finished. I feel like this hat knitted itself without me really noticing. Surely the sign of a good pattern?