the end of fall..

It’s that time of the year again. This season’s open-end, of uncertain shadows, fleeting evenings and a lingering wait for winter to conclude its restless ambivalence.. sunrays have started rolling up their woolen warmth earlier and my stone floor feels a little colder. Broken colours in the low sky and the faint heat under my feet, an aching memory of all that’s about to leave..new fragrances hang somewhere in mid-air, unsure of themselves, mild and hesitant.. Here, crouched up in my corner, I feel like a primeval rock on the face of earth, elemental in composition, vulnerable to the subtlest of influences, sensing another quivering transition in the air around.. .desperate to recede into the darkest recesses of earth.