and your humour is as black as them.....

its just 'turned' 3 and for crying out loud its getting slightly dusky. There is a beautiful description of watching dusk suddenly appear from nowhere in Orwell's Keep the Aspidistra Flying as the hero of the novel stares idly out of the window of a bookshop in Hampstead. Simply brilliant.

I love autumn but not dusk unless one thinks of it romantic construct and not the inevitable gravitational pull of the grave.