What is Autumn?... A traveller passing by carrying gifts and casting spells…it is my favourite time of year…always used to be. I suppose, will be always…yet the magic is tainted somehow…and I desperately need it back…it is unfair to have the only time that matters spoiled by what matters no longer…
Have you ever feel how life passing by without noticing you’re waiting for her to happen? I’m watching insane colours happenning elsewhere, enjoying breathtaking views of far far aways…I’m not spoilt by the Fall on this Little Island. She doesn’t seem to consider us as a canvass for her masterpiece. There are plenty of occasional splashes of colours, of course…yet the picture is not completed…and might never be – last time I remember Autumn worth the memories was in 2006…yes, it was magical year, magical time, magical dream…
Now I found myself wrapped in sentiments for those times when the Autumn filled me with a reverence for her beauty. It is never quite the same anymore and I miss that. What can I say. I do love Autumn. Only now she doesn’t seem loving me in return…I’m amused by the coincidence…
Have you ever feel how life passing by without noticing you’re waiting for her to happen? I’m watching insane colours happenning elsewhere, enjoying breathtaking views of far far aways…I’m not spoilt by the Fall on this Little Island. She doesn’t seem to consider us as a canvass for her masterpiece. There are plenty of occasional splashes of colours, of course…yet the picture is not completed…and might never be – last time I remember Autumn worth the memories was in 2006…yes, it was magical year, magical time, magical dream…
Now I found myself wrapped in sentiments for those times when the Autumn filled me with a reverence for her beauty. It is never quite the same anymore and I miss that. What can I say. I do love Autumn. Only now she doesn’t seem loving me in return…I’m amused by the coincidence…