Church cloisters, cold corners, autumnal winds blowing round nooks and crannies, red, yellow, green and gold leaves scatter on the breeze, hither and thither, hanging on to life; the change of weather, soon to be a change of time, clocks go back, we go forward, time never stands still, tic tok, tic tok, the comfort clock, Sunday chimes evensong, pigeons flee the belfries and close by in church cloisters, in the cold corners that catch the autumn wind, a chatter of murmuring starlings flash mob by and by and by and by, without ever telling anyone why; and overheard, the music is Webern's Langsamer Satz which is usually played as a string quartet - perfect for dusk or even dawn.
