Late September, cooling off, sneaked into October bits and shards of twilight, the Technicolour Thing , as the sun
( in summer killing ) settled in its nightly slide . Lake temperatures steady for wacky lake-swimmers, steadied up the hunted composer switching off after a hunted day; seek for more and more concise form. DON’T REPEAT what was excellent last year. Take courage . Lean out.
All snakes appear to take the coming winter serious; lizards still bob around my feet as Lollo De Cat plays bemused.