A Late Afternoon in Late Autumn

This was the scene that greeted me as I jogged into Regent's Park earlier today. Over dinner later at the hall, someone from the US commented that a friend of his who's based in Singapore had complained about the lack of changing seasons over there. I certainly understand that sentiment. Here, you do get a sense of time moving ahead. The weather has been rather mild for this time of year, but the days are steadily getting shorter. I am hardly a morning person, and barely hours after I rise, the sun's ready to set. It can get dreary. Is SAD all in the mind? Or is it a real, serious condition?