Last weekend when the sun came out, Lovely Husband and I gravitated to the water.
Yesterday, rain threatened but I marched out the door and wandered through the streets, crunching through the piles of autumn leaves. Autumns isn't normally this riotous, but the wet growing season means the leaves are full of sugars and now they're bursting with colour.
I pass this strange building in the car most days on my way to work. It's boarded up and has a tall concrete fence and construction covers keeping out the squatters and gawkers. These small towers, the spires, the dragon-scale tiles, the dead branches. It all seeps some kind of mystery.