Summer Dovetails into Autumn

British Summer Time (BST) ends this week end.  The rituals of daily life alter as a consequence.  Evening runs through  the sodium lit streets   of Raynes Park rather than jogging over Wimbledon Common which  is almost dark  by 7pm now; commuting in darkness to and from SW1; spending more time in the comparative warmth and light of  indoors and so on. Although even as I  type such words as "warmth" "light" and "indoors" images of the many who cannot take such concepts for granted come to mind, including this week, those on the foothills of  Indonesia's erupting volcanoe of Mount Merapi .

There is a risk of re-inventing the wheel of changes in the  planet's seasons, which is best avoided by expressing the same thoughts written down aeons ago by others (Book of Eccliastes Ch. 3):

1.To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace