On the Weight of the Light

The October Ledger Folio I.25

There’s a moment in early October when the light thickens, gold edged with grey. It falls lower across the flooe, catching in the folds of linen and the curves of old glass. A vase of dahlias stands taller for it, the petals deeper, almost velvet. The windows stay closed now, and the rooms begin to hold their warmth. The season asks for slower hands, softer colours, the small comforts of things which glow within.