Autumn

It's in the air isn't it? The feeling is impossible to better weather-wise; the crisp, clean smell in the air, banishing the dead heat of summer and making everything a little more bearable after the horrible humidity; the clear skies, free of haze and dirt; the darker evenings bringing comfort and cosy moments.

I don't like Summer. Truly, I don't. It hits me like a brick and it's as much as I can do to get through it without beating the living shit out of someone, such are the affects of the constant closeness of the season. True, there are times when the breeze makes it bearable. Sometimes, on a secluded beach, I'm able to cope with and almost enjoy the sun. I tan well - I just don't like the sun beating down on me for more than a few minutes. It makes me sweat in my cassock.

But, as Linford Christie once said, give praise in all things. I'm in my time now.