You usually know autumn’s here before you even open your eyes in the morning. The sheets hug you just a little bit closer – the cling of the bed lasts just a few minutes longer than it usually does. There’s a hint of chill in the bedroom air that doesn’t restrict movement – it just kind of slows it for a little bit. You linger there for a little while, sort of pretending to still be asleep. There’s a faint itch for warmth in your bones.