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I almost didn't want to come back here again. Almost.
But then the desolate, forsaken hooting of a lonesome owl, perched somewhere deep in the folds of a rugged oak tree...right outside my window...shoo-ed away the last remnants of sleep, which I was so desperately trying to cling on to. And here I am now - and here you are.
Its been two weeks since I bid farewell to the bedlam that was Canary Wharf and embraced - with a somewhat desperate urgency- the calm and peace that is South Ockendon.
Summer is trying in vain to prolong her stay here, with sporadic bursts of sunshine amidst heavy showers; but the cold evening zephyr bears testimony that Autumn is already here.