Sunshine takes on a different quality in autumn, is what I decided as I walked along the beach tonight. It’s like looking at it through a filter. It’s not good or bad, just different, changed. Change seems to be the theme for autumn in general, at least for me. Every year, autumn takes on this almost surreal neither-here-nor-there quality. It’s like the world is in an adjustment period, slowly finding its feet again. It can’t make up it’s mind on whether to be sunny and warm, windy or icy cold. Like a giant spring clean, autumn throws things up in the air for a little while, before they slowly come down and settle again.