I loved learning English at school.

Poetry was my favourite part of the English syllabus. Today I came across a post of the web about a famous poem by Coleridge called Kubla Khan.

I read and listened to it again with a very adult ear and mind and so many thoughts flooded through my mind about the imagery that I missed as a young niave girl studying the poem in high school.

The season has turned here. Autumn is usually one of my favourite times of year. I don’t feel the joy of Autumn I usually experience. I am just so tired and feeling the cold already so early this year.