Mood

I've just been reading my blog for September and I've come out the other end feeling rather queasy. The world is falling apart and I've been writing all these chipper lightweight posts and now I'm wondering why. 

It could be that there is too much bad stuff out there to cope with - Trump and his disgusting shenanigans, May and her incompetent Brexit manoeuvrings, the state of the UK after 6 years of needless austerity, the explosion of the need for food banks, the sidelining of the sick, disabled and unemployed, the new form of worker exploitation in the form of the gig economy. And I haven't even mentioned Israel and their continued oppression of the Palestinian people - murdering people in Gaza, and demolishing homes in the occupied territories to make way for their illegal settlements; and the way the world lets them get away with it.

It's the most beautiful autumn day outside my window - blue and gold. How does the autumn make you feel? It makes me melancholy. I don't know why. Is it the angle of the sun, the intense but fading beauty, the sense of time passing? 

Aysgarth trees by Rosemary Mann