Day Thirty-three and Thirty-four: See peoples? This is what you call weather. And the proof of it is in the photo. A morning of crystal clarity then a torrent of wind and rain.
Temperature: And yesterday, proof it is autumn with an unpleasant wind chill factor thrown in for good measure. Get those scarves out!
Greyscale: Charmingly silver then non-existent, the Shard become Tardis-like and dematerialises to another century.
In E L James’s words: I don’t have enough adjectives to describe such beauty. In fact, I don’t have adjectives. Or adverbs. Just a load of old words I threw together.