I blinked and it passed me by. I was busy with the business of the day to day, the doing of this and of that — things that seemed all very important at the time. Then, one morning I woke up and it wasn’t summer anymore. A chill in the air, slight but tangible; the skies thick with misty fog. That haze we have here in Venice, draping the city in a soft grey blanket of sorts. The water – acqua alta – flooding up through the paving stones, as it does at this time of year when the tides are high and the wind blusters. Wellington boots the modus operandi; carafes of iced tea made with sweet peaches a distant memory (so ‘last season’), and thick hot chocolate (with a dollop of zabaione cream, of course) very much the thing of now. Winter rustling in the wings, poised to take centre stage. I don’t know how exactly it happened, but without a doubt: it is Autumn proper now.
I have neglected this blog of late, and I have been feeling badly about it. Rather like when you fall out of touch with a dear friend. You think of them often, but you put off writing because you have so much to say – so much news to share you want to be sure to set proper time aside to do it justice. Then the more you procrastinate, the more there is to say and the more time needed to say it – caught in the whirlwind, months go by without a word. That is very the pickle I find myself in now. [Read more…]