Silently shouting boldly

First the weather's cold.  I wear a long-sleeved shirt to work for the first time in months.  I think fondly of being inside by a fire (which I don't have) while it rains outside.

Then it's hot.  I wear thongs to work and actually turn the air-conditioner on towards the end of the day.

Then it's cold again.

Then hot.

I have this feeling that it must be Autumn...

Actually, I know it's Autumn (and not just because of the date), because the mornings are cold and silent, while the days are long and mostly sunny.  With Summer, the heat is fierce and unrelenting.  With Autumn, the heat is wistful.

Something waits in the corners.  The atmosphere is soundless and expectant.

Tomorrow, I head to Beechworth to spend a couple of days at my parents' place.  There, I will once again encounter that all-encompassing silence that only Beechworth offers.  Autumn will be shouting boldly there.

Silently.

It's not easy to do that.