It hasn't been much of a transition, mind you, since we only had three days of summer, but it's been an odd sort of transition. In my twelve years in this city, I have never before seen green grass in September, nor green leaves for that matter. Normally, by August the grass is brown and crunches when you walk on it, and the leaves have started to turn yellow. This year, however, the leaves have only just begun to turn.
But if the continual rain and the persistent cold are harbingers of the coming season, I have a feeling I will be parked in this corner, curled up with a glowing laptop, until May.
Now I am really glad that I got that ugly wallpaper stripped and the living room repainted in soothing colours. If you need me, I'll be cocooning in my cave.