It's mid autumn. Did you know that for a long time there was no concept for autumn? There were just names for the extremes of winter and summer, and then spring joined in the 12th century. But autumn as a distinct season for the time when leaves are falling was only thought of in the 16th century. If there is no name for something, can you see it? "One does not see anything until one sees its beauty," Oscard Wilde wrote, "Then, and then only, does it come into existence."
What better to do during these long and dark autumn evenings, then writing flash stories in the candle light and then trying out some handmade bookbinding?
