I can’t help but feel that autumn and winter are my favourite parts of the year.  Particularly right now as the nights grow darker and the trees draw themselves in to hide away their life.  Even now as I feel the cold in my bones and I feel the sniffles of some school born microbe.  Even now as I am, literally, curled up right infront of the fire in a wolly jumper.  Even now do I feel the magnetic tug of the sky outside and am forced by my own romanticism to go outside and stand in the cold night air.  Stand and stare at the clear stars and the hunter’s moon and let myself be lost in the moment.