Drizzle

What some people would call really nasty weather, and what I concider a delightfully wet and cold autumn has arrived. In fact, it's not only arrived, its moved in with all its baggage: searing winds, wet leaves and very dark mornings. I'm loving the change, and the picture above. (from Toast, look in my cubbard for more info)
I'm also loving my wool blazer which has suddenly become indispensible.
And I'm loving Wordsworth:

"Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;"