Flyaway

Work mornings I get up at the crack of silly o'clock in order to walk the dog. It's a case of auto pilot and sleep walking....normally until first lap of the park has been accomplished. However, this morning I stepped out the front door and was slapped in the face by the darkness. I froze and actually thought the clocks had gone back and I'd forgotten. I had a serious moment of 'what to do' and internal kicking oneself. I then decided that as I was up, dressed and outside, I may as well get on with the pooch walking. It was only when I got home and checked the clock that I realised that I hadn't got up at the wrong time....it was then that I also realised winter really was on it's way. Dark mornings...soon be a case of dark early evenings too. Deep joy.