Fall is slowly creeping under my skin. Someone that does not fit but after a long hot summer, the cooler weather is welcome in any case. Birds slowly going to south. Before I needed a lot more time to get used to the freshness of autumn wind. Or is it still so?
As I write this on the bench leaves slowly falling in the park. I breaking inside myself whether to stay or not. My summer clothes does not match to this environment. I wish for at least her warm hands here. So I will just go away but I will not lose hope.