It is that time of year again – shorter days, a nip in the air, and a sense of how quickly time passes as we glide into autumn. Below is another piece by one of our clients who attended our Writing For Fun course
THE SENSES OF AUTUMN
I can smell musty dead leaves and the scent of scattered showers, slowly subsiding.
I can taste the cup of OXO to keep out the cold and the taste of freedom.
I can see the pale autumn sun playing hide and seek in the lifeless, leafless trees.
I can hear a dog barking in the distance, disturbing drowsy ducks on a duck pond.
I can feel the first chill, wicked wind of winter approaching
Paul
Writing for Fun Macmillan Wellbeing Centre
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