A DAY (FOR KING SUNNY):
Met a rocket scientist who talked about deep space travel
whilst we ate fish n chips. A man played drums & lit up
the room. A room was filled with paintings & a cat.
The kettle was boiled a lot. A lady boxer walked in & smiled.
Autumn was discussed with fondness. Electricity was used & generated.
People laughed.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost. – Rainer Maria Rilke