In certain quarters of the world — if this spherical planet can be quartered or halved like segments of an orange — thoughts are turning.

To fall colours, autumn leaves and low angled sunlight.

To misty mornings, fog hanging low in dips and hollows.

Frosty, wood-smoked air that smacks at your lungs with every breath.

And for those fall-lovers, those autumnal enthusiasts, the smiles are returning as the seasons are turning,