- Autumn, glorious Autumn.
- There is a massive spider on my door
- and a basket of pinecones in the hall
- there's a fabric pumpkin under a belljar
- the glass beads around my neck are the colour of the sky
- and I have a crochet hook in my hands
- later I have a rugby match to watch, a boy to pick up late after a school trip, and soup to make.
- and you?
(Paul Auster, Winter Journal... a beautifully written book)