No, I won't welcome fall this year. I will not snuggle up in the blanket, dress up in the long pants, long-sleeved blouses, vests and jackets. I won't feel good, warm, like autumn thinks it makes me feel. I'm very sorry, season, you, the transition to Hell, the door to death, the white death, I can't be glad anymore of your coming, your quiet dying, killing nature.
You greet me today with your soft warm sun rays, trying to bewitch me, to lure me out, to fool me that you haven't come yet, that you haven't taken over and suffocated the summer, you haven't pushed it out of its place. Haven't you?
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| Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you. |
