Mont Blanc at sunset.
All photos: PKR
Completing my regular running loop these days takes forever.
Why? Because it’s so breathtakingly beautiful. I have to stop every now and then just to take it all in.
Fallen leaves under a village streetlamp at the end of an evening run.
The bourbon-sweet scent of fallen leaves and late crops, the soft snik-snik-snik of leaves falling on other leaves, falling to the ground like a gentle dry rain, the intoxicating tapestry of yellows, reds, oranges and browns.
My mood is made even brighter by a lovely autumnal palette of blended whiskies, a wedding anniversary gift given to celebrate more than two decades of blended lives.
Look at all those lovely hues.
What a treat.
Some of them I know, some of them I don’t. The Johnnie Walker Blue Label turns out to be like a soft puff of sweet smoke, a perfect complement to the seasonal change outside.
I’ll update on the others as we try them.
Who says autumn is the melancholy season?
Not me.
An update on the Hibiki whisky here.