waiting for autumn

The campus is at it's best in the autumn and winter, I think. Ok, so it'll mean colder mornings - people sweatered up and with moist breath condencing in the air. Paper cups of tea and coffee held in numb hands. Slush from the leaves, and later on salt from the roads to combat the snow.

Keeping your coats on in lectures and the pub. Not even really wanting a pint sometimes if it's too cold - a cup of tea please, barman. And one of your hot burgers.

Keeping your hands up your sleves; only taking them out to go to turn the page of your book. It's the only time smokers are kind of lucky.

In the City proper, you just hang around the bookshops and cafes. A bit odd, but autumn, books, drinks and snacks go well. It's probably because you enjoy warmth inside more when you know other people are freezing outside. In some places where the staff are cool, you can sit for hours and read or play chess whilst it rages outside.

Enough of the romantic stuff. I'm going to go and wait for the leaves to fall.