There's a sharp nip in the air on my Dublin street this evening. I imagined that autumn was trying to steal her way in. It was cold and bleak as I walked and I shivered. It's been awhile since the weather last threw up a chill. The papers warned that the Irish summer had left with the bank holiday a day ago. But when I remember that summer had merely flitted by with her silvery wings to entertain us all these last months; maybe she never really arrived at all.