Autumn is with us and while balmy days at the back door with hat and guitar are still possible a big jumper is becoming a necessary part of the dressage. But that's ok, I can cope with that. And its round about this time of the year where I begin to put in place the plans I made over the summer. The academic year starts soon and with it a different kind of working week and thinking time. You get used to thinking seasonally - odd as it may sound. And you get used to writing different things. Indeed, yesterday I wrote a prose poem, which was really just a collection of images that are beginning to come together in a much longer piece that contains pictures and images of myth and suchlike. But this weekend is Dan's last as a permanent residence of Florence Rd. Now it will be a place he comes back to but this is the start of his departing and his moving on is about to begin. Abbi returns from America in eighteen months time and she has plans of her own - though they could change, couldn't they. But she has already said she is not coming home and will be moving on. Dan will be the same in time, he already dances to his own tunes and he won't want to return to my soundtrack. Never mind, like his sister he seems to be really happy and that's all we can ask. I have been listening to this, I like the way it sways and the singer picks out the grace notes - I also like the way the film has been clipped to it, enjoy:
