I smelt it this morning : school time has come. This is the same smell the air always brought in this period of the year. That humid but pleasant smell of wet earth. Pleasant but always mixed with worries of some sort. The end of vacation, the beginning of a new year at school. New faces, new teachers, new programs, new struggles, new “not-to-be-kept” resolutions, new meetings inevitably followed by goodbyes.
Here comes the rain (plainly not the Beatles' way) and unpredictable temperature shifts start. It’s sometimes too fresh outside, too warm at work. Suddenly I realise that I don’t have enough clothes for winter. I should start putting on warmer clothes. I should watch out for flu? It’s already there, so no worries :)
I leave home early in the morning and the signs of winter start showing up. It’s Automn in fact, but for me Automn is just the threshold of winter. This is the season. Colours have started migrating. Grey is conquering the world instead. The sky is grey, the sea is grey. Just like the asphalt road near my home which has just started to dry after a few drops of rain that must have hit early in the morning. Good for the plants, I usually think. You know that plants here are not always lucky enough to get special care from human beings.
At least another color will be there outside my window besides grey!