Fall

It's grey and wet outside. The leaves are drooping under the lightest drizzle. Everything is damp and moist. The sky is just one all consuming cloud. I lean out of the window to gaze at the brilliant red ivy climbing up the grey-brown stone wall. I shiver. Close the window against the creeping wind that tries to wrap itself around my neck. I pull my sweater around myself, cuddle up on my sofa. My living room is warm and cheerful. The yellow light from the lamp bounces off the orangey yellow walls, reaching every corner. The luminous tones of the wooden floor beam up at me as I tuck my toes under the sofa pillows. Steaming honeyed tea in my hand, cheerful characters racing across the cup.