The nights are drawing in here, lighting-up time comes earlier every evening and it's getting cold. My house needs making cosy for the winter, the chimney swept in anticipation of glowing fires in the stove, my favourite quilt aired ready to go on the bed.
At one time I used to travel on trains regularly to and from meetings. The meetings were largely a bore but I loved the train journeys, and my favourite thing was those moments when we would speed past twilit towns and villages and I would be granted a glimpse into someone else's world. Lights on, curtains not yet drawn, snapshot moments from dozens of homes and offices, people's lives, they would carry me on gratefully towards my own journey's end.