The approach of rain watched through spotted and cracked glass, I consider the cloud ferried darkness ahead. My preferential tendency for cheerful reclusive introversions revels in this time of year. While school playgrounds prepare themselves for the quiet of summer to become the cacophony of fall, I consider the colours of crisp air and the delight of no longer needing an excuse to stay in. I imagine the crackle of long night firelight musings, the soft promise of snow under…
