I’m writing this post in the early hours on a Sunday morning: the lights are on, the coffee is warm, and an autumn rain is trickling down outside my window. I love autumn, and take comfort in being inside a warm and cozy house whilst autumn winds and rains whistle outside.
However, anyone who knows me well will know how much I dislike being out in the rain. It’s not just a regular dislike, but a complete aversion of getting wet. Just the thought of leaving the warmth of my home for a rainy outdoors gives me shivers, and I rarely leave the house in autumn without an umbrella.
A few days ago I had to make a trip into the city to post some parcels. So as soon as the rains subsided I took my camera and umbrella, and headed out. The Museum Gardens are always beautiful to walk through, but after the rain it looked especially beautiful. There’s that strangely fresh smell of wet earth and rotting leaves. Jumping around puddles trying to keep my feet from getting wet. A grey squirrel is keeping dry in the shadow of one of the big pillars of the Yorkshire Museum, clutching a snack in its tiny paws.
Despite a grey and overcast atmosphere, nature still gives us visual delights in warm shades of red, orange, and yellow, as if trying to make up for lowering temperatures and the occasional shower. I think I can live with that!