We're barely a few days into September and already change is in the air, darker evenings, overcast days and a chill setting in. The windows in my apartment are now firmly shut for the first time in almost 6 months...Autumn is coming.
Looking through the now-closed window on the morning of my day off I was greeted with a sky full of dark clouds and buckets of rain pounding on the city. A quick look at the forecast confirmed my suspicions: it wasn't stopping anytime soon. My default rainy day routine of Netflix and sofa was an obvious choice, but for some reason I couldn't settle for it on this day. I must have walked from the sofa to the window, window to sofa, and back to the window again more times within an hour than I care to remember, before I decided I couldn't resist the draw of the great outdoors.
I grabbed a bin liner from the kitchen draw and began to wrap my camera and lens, methodically covering everything but the viewfinder and the glass of the lens. Filled a bottle with water and stashed it in my camera bag along with another bin liner (just in case), a peach, an apple, and a flapjack, and headed out into the downpour to catch the bus.
30 minutes later I was off the bus and walking up and over the top of the wooded hill, I descended the other side into the peaceful solitude of Wharncliffe Woods. It was beautifully quiet, the only sound was the pitter-patter of rain on the canopy above, the occasional groan of a swaying tree and the gurgle of a nearby stream. Rain drops glistened on everything, and a fine mist was moving between the trees...
...content at last.