The final Sunday of September

Autumn is definitely here.
Nights drawing in rather more quickly than I would like.
Leaves on the ground.
Things are changing.
October is almost here.
And with it, the decision about what is happen to me next.

5 more sleeps until a decision that might find me the route to an answer and maybe, just maybe, to be finally fixed.

I am as dark and brooding as that sky right now.