Oh autumn. Vivid colour. Squelchy wet, leaves stuck to your hair and shoes.

Grey skies at 2pm.

‘why don’t you just turn the light on, Mama?’

Something in me refuses to switch the light on in the middle of the afternoon. So we go outside instead. Raincoats, wellies, wind whipping at hands and faces.

The rain starts, stops, and a huge grey cloud is chased by a golden beam of sunlight, the atmosphere a daring ombre of vicious storm and a bath of yellow, gold, orange, green. Flocks of geese, in their thousands, v-formations, honking their way south high up in that beautiful shimmering sky.

Grey pavements, dull red brick houses, but the late evening sun, which is gold and blue and yellow and green, reflects off the wet roads and marries the twinkling fairy lights about town.

Children splash their way through leafy puddles, and stop to share at their wobbly reflections – blue and green and gold and orange. Red maple leaves adorn their coats and rusty oak pokes out of their pockets.

Bold, loud, cold.

Beautiful autumn, and her dextrous ability to weave the late summer greens with the dreary greys of what is to come.

I am uploading late, unfortunately while I was out chasing the autumnal colours to paint my memory with before we are dragged down into the sharp thorns of a piercing winter, I also neglected my daily challenge.