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I ran a writing workshop in Cape Town recently, and one of the topics for a free-writing exercise — just put pen to paper and write for 20 minutes or so — was “It’s Autumn”. A writer by the name of Chris de Beer wrote an excellent piece, a rant against the season, which she berated for its sullen indecisiveness and bouts of bitter, drizzly cold. “Autumn,” she concluded, “you are winter’s enabler.” Well, that’s autumn in Cape Town. In Joburg, autumn is my favourite of all the seasons: a time of burnished in-betweens, of crystal-blue, cloudless skies, and lazy, benevolent sunshine. Until, one day, when you least expect it, winter marches in and boots the season from its place of mellow contemplation. Autumn, you are winter’s denier. Stay a little longer if you can, please.