Sunday 13 October 2019. Evening

Autumn trees, Wendover Woods. Photo by Jessica Zarins, 2016
Autumn trees, Wendover Woods. Photo by Jessica Zarins, 2016

The fire’s roaring. The cat’s asleep on the carpet. The yellow leaves fall from the trees in the rain. It’s Sunday evening, the end of a weekend at my cousin’s in the countryside.

The extinction rebels are fighting our cause in London. We talk about the few years we have left on this planet as we know it. Perhaps we’re already past the winters of childhood and the summers of youth, the weathers of ancients and climates of our northern heritage.

It’s autumn.

Our fathers are brothers. They lost their oldest brother this winter. My father had a blood clot in spring, and this summer my cousin’s father received his diagnosis.

The branches are red and withering. It’s autumn.

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