Crackling leaves?

This year I have found myself totally unaware that autumn was settling in on her amber horseback, gently trotting through apple orchards in my head. But today I woke up and smelled October, cold brisk air and warm sunlight twisted around fallen leaves. I woke up with a taste for icy park walks and baking tartines, putting cream and honey in my coffee and turning twigs into miniature sequin trees.

It's taking a long time to readjust to reality, in fact I do not think I'm doing so yet, but for the moment at least the thought is there. It's more than I can do to get up and dress myself most days. The bath could drown me and swallow me whole (and we all know the kitchen could burn down under my touch), so don't get me fucking started on life and how to do it gooder.

I think it's time to bake a tart. Tomates au riz.