Almost Autumn

It’s still green, mostly. But not the same green as in July. There’s a dryness in the air now — not cold, just sharper. You start noticing the weight of things. Heavier shoes on the stairs. A neighbor dragging their balcony chair inside.

The light is lower in the afternoon. I’ve started drinking Darjeeling again — the one from Hans & Grete - Kaffe og Te in the black tin with the traditional Chinese motif. It tastes better in this kind of weather. Yesterday I re-organized a drawer and found a half-used pad of Fabriano paper I thought I’d used up. I also found a few dried flowers pressed between pages of a book, though I don’t remember putting it there. Maybe around Easter.

I’ve just started sketching a new piece — a small marketplace scene in late summer tones. The kind of day where you'd still wear short sleeves, but only just. I think it’ll have that warm-grey sky — the one that holds light but doesn’t let it through.

This part of the year always makes me want to draw more landscapes. Not autumn itself necessarily, but the pause before it or the stories within it. The way summer lingers a little too long, like it forgot to leave. You can still eat dinner outside. But the windows stay closed at night.

I’m still figuring out the piece. Just a few pencil lines so far. But the colors are already there in my mind — ochre, dusty green, that dark berry red that might be my favourite red of all. The one that only belongs to September.

It’s almost autumn. You’ll find more quiet notes scattered through the blog.