Wednesday, 12 August 2009
I am busy waiting for autumn. The slightly cooler air (around 20c) and rain the past days was welcome. I am doing doubletakes at dead leaves, wondering if they are the start of the autumn yellows and reds. Autumn is my favourite season. It looks so beautiful, the air is so crisp and nice to breathe, and I love dressing in soft sweaters, nice gloves, boots, warm coats, hats. It just feels nicer. Soft and warm in a good way. Maybe I feel safer too, layering away in clothes, hiding myself. When winter comes it is no longer fun - perpetual autumn, lets say september and october, would be perfect. Ah, to be able to breathe again...