The nights are coming earlier, the darkness pressing in and even at daybreak, the night lingers unwilling to let go.
Trees turn their green leaves to blood colours and shed a crisp carpet at their roots. Flowers curl and die, burying themselves in warmer soil.
The air smells heady with all the autumn scents. Rich spices of earth and plant mingle with smokey fires which we still build for comfort against the seemingly endless black night.
We wrap up warm, watch the rain tapping against the windows and listen to the wind crying to be let in.
Spooky season is almost upon us. Its time to feel the chills on the back of your neck and lose yourself in a ghost story as has always been traditional.
And as you read, deeper and deeper into a world unknown, you begin to wonder is that really the wind calling you or something more primordial?