This morning I woke up and it was cold!
I'd left the window open for the cat to jump in and out. For the first time in months, the summer-weight duvet didn't feel comfortable. Seven days into official Autumn, I noticed my toes were chilly and the air smelt cold - winter most definitely has a smell, it smells like nostalgia - and as I stepped outside to walk to the bus stop, I saw my breath. Finally winter is coming, which means my knitting can go on show!