soar nervously in the sky;
The morning started off fresh and cold. I rush to work as I’m not enjoying it. But the air is clear and it fills me up with energy and fresh ideas for the day.
At noon, I take a walk. Autumn is crunching under my feet. Leaves, horse chestnuts, dirt dried up from the rains – it’s all there. Some birds are falling behind the others forming a V in the sky. My scarf is sliding from my shoulder. I’m not sure if I’m hungry or thirsty for a very hot drink. In the end, I choose food. Autumn teases the appetite!
Some nice things happen. Some words of praise are received. I am happy and grateful. I relive them in my mind. I put them in my journal, so that I don’t forget them. Even dinner doesn’t taste better than them.
We’re rushing to catch a train we’ve already missed! I breathe heavy, somewhere a ring tone sings. The next two trains are heavily delayed. We rush to the next platform, the previous train arrives on another.
Finally, we arrive at my parents’. We walk to their home, everywhere autumn is showing off bright warm or ashy colours. Even my mum’s cake reminds me of autumn, with creamy layers and light brown biscuits. Dad is telling inappropriate jokes and my friend is laughing.
I’m wearing my new red sweater because I believe in wearing your new clothes. My mum doesn’t like that’s it’s a cropped top. We’re having drinks and then wander to their back yard to see their wall full of retro plates. Coca Cola ones, sight seeings, and Marilyn Monroe. We also look at the flowers – not so bright and happy at this time of year. It’s cold so we get back to the house. Before we disappear inside, we see pinup girls smiling for various ads.
Waking up to complete silence and chill – every morning should be like that. Turning in the sheets to getpre comfortable, I imagine I’m weaving a cocoon.
I get up to wash my face. The bathroom’s window has been opened all night. The crisp air reigns.
I go back to bed. My friend brings me coffee and I take in the nice aroma. We’re hesitating whether to go out today. It looks dreary outside. I reach out for a package of sweets. How nicely they go with the coffee ☺️
I woke up to the drumming of rain on my ceiling window. I stretched and rolled and slept some more. Who needs to rush on a Friday when they’re not working?
But what got me up was the thought of a home-made breakfast and hot coffee. I drink my coffee always after I’ve eaten. After the crunchy toast. After the flffy eggs. After the bittersweet mixture of tomatoes and a slice of cheese. Then I let it hit my pallette – ah, the bitter taste of milky coffee…
I drink it my kitchen, with the door to my garden wide open. The air is crispy. It’s 1st of October. Autumn this year wastes no time. It’s the most mysterious month – it’s warm but also rainy, it’s cold but it’s bright. As if it can’t decide what to be so it just is.
I’m now looking forward to going out. I’ve decided on buying new clothes. And the jewel in the crown will be a red sweater. I have all kinds of sweaters in all colours but not a red one… Once in the shop, I choose the reddest, warmest, coziest one. I love sweaters and blowses whose sleeves are slightly longer so they cover half of my hands naturally. Then I pull th more so I cover the whole of my hands. It makes me feel so comfort and I’ve noticed other people doing it. Some of us instinctively know how to make ourselves happier with the littlest things in life ❤️