Autumn in Sycamore Park (The Warm Days of Autumn, #1)

by C.P. Ward

Sycamore Park looked wonderful just after sunrise, with the sunlight glinting off the first leaves to change colour. Crows and pigeons called from the branches, and from the direction of the pond came the frantic quacking of ducks.

Autumn was the best season, she thought. Fine weather, beautiful colours, but also a season of change, of fresh starts.

‘Sometimes it’s all right just to let the world pass by,’ Angela said. ‘None of us can stop it, after all. Just enjoy the passing moments. Be happy for what we have, and don’t pine on what we don’t. Look at me, I’m proper old and I still have hopes and dreams.’