It's here...

Well, it's officially Autumn. How do I know? Because a conker impacted my head this morning, while walking to the bus stop.

I had walked past it, but something made me turn back and pick it up. And after clasping it in my cold palm for a second, I realised what it was. Childhood. At a time when my life is moving so fast...it was incredibly comforting to close my eyes, feel the wind lift my scarf, and become that nine-year-old tomboy again, collecting conkers in my dungarees.

But when I opened my eyes, a surge of sadness hit me harder than the conker had. So much time has passed. And I am never going to feel like that again...To be so carefree that my only concern was who was going to sit in the go-cart, and who would have to pull. I call it a 'go-cart'; My brother and I would slot a plank of wood through the collapsed, metal frame of an unused pram and drag each other around on it, using a skipping rope as reins. To us though, it was a go-cart.

Mid-thought, life interrupted me; just as is always does. And as usual, the bus was packed.