Not the first Augustian sub- 25°C warm day, not the first drizzle of September, not even the rougher than appreciated wind that welcomed October had me dress in what other people might call season-appropriate attire. But I can't hold out forever so today for the first time in what the squeemish among my friends and house mates already call winter I donned socks and shoes to venture outdoors. My pink and wriggly toes are having some difficulty adjusting to the dark but I feel confident that they prefer the blackness to cold (and pebbles)
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