Saying goodbye to the summer, while (I think for the first time in my life) I forgot to notice the day when fall has begun. Of course I noticed its smell in the air, and colors, and most of all - the light. But not the exact day. I love autumn and what comes with it and after it (winter, snowing, yes!).
My red hair shines during the fall and people are more kind to me, maybe because I fit so well to the ambiance, with my freckles and warm-coloured clothes.
I seem calmer and more delicate now. I watch "Amelie" again and find it deep, even thought recently I was thinking of that movie as overrated. My words are in chaos but my mind is more quiet, I try to slow down and watch the leaf falling down.
But loving autumn doesn't mean I should not say goodbye to the summer properly, even if it was not special in any matter.
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