On the 27th September morning the world awoke gray and chilly as if autumn had finally remembered herself and was making up for lost time. I grimly looked at the sky which was threatening to pour straight into my room through the window and wished I didn't have to work today. Few things comfort the soul better than cuddling a warm sleepy kitty on a cold morning.
So I took refuge in memories instead when I found out a photo album on my phone with pictures from my late summer trip to Yambol. How and why I was there would take much longer to recount, but I still wanted to share with you the green and gold treasury of Yambol's central park, snuggled on a tiny island between two river sleeves.
