The ending and beginning of seasons had always bared unique significance for me. Yesterday was the last day of Summer so we said goodbye. The sunsets are approaching earlier and the air is colder, and when the crispy evening wind breezes the back of my neck, I grasp how inevitably fast is the reaching of Autumn affecting everything on its way, including me.
I am excited about it. I'm recalling the feeling of walking on the rainy pavements of London, disappearing in long wool knit scarf, visiting museums, theatre opening plays and coming out when it's already dark outside, drinking hot chocolate, breathing in the humid and crispy air, celebrating Halloween with friends, dedicating time to costume making, cooking pumpkin risotto, reading novels about the beauty of decay, mingling in the crowds on the transport and streets while you listen to your beloved songs, marveling the lights of the city while dreaming about being in other places.
With all these treasures, I'm actually looking forward to returning.
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