View from the rain-spattered window of the inner kitchen across the north field.
After weeks of mild clammy damp the cold has arrived - clean, fresh, pure.
Before the rain started I walked the dogs to the end of the lane. A hard wind blew from the east. Although it was painful to be in such a wind, there was also a feeling of exhilaration as if I was awakening to life after the somnambulance of summer.
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