You know Nat King Cole's 'Autumn Leaves'? It's depressing to think about this part "I miss you most of all my darling when autumn leaves start to fall". It's rather melancholic. No, I don't view it in the romantic sort of way. So as I bid goodbye to all the Aunts, they gave me fierce hugs that lasted for minutes. By the last hug, I want to cry already. The Aunts tsk-ed at me. "Don't be useless. No crying."
I don't plan my trips, but I want to shimmy out and up whenever I can. But some Aunts, I can only send them my wishes and thoughts. There will be no such thing as hard copy mail or cards. Emails will be the only means of communication. Hope Skype works. I am optimistic that they won't die on me just yet, and next Christmas, or even next summer, I'll see them again.
The leaves have more or less fallen off all the trees. It's colder in the areas surrounding Londontown now. A hot water bottle is just glorious in this weather. I suppose in another week, autumn will be truly over. They're placing bets on whether it'll snow in Londontown, or whether traffic will cripple England again this winter.