Aren't seasons really quite something? I can never pin-point the moment when a season starts morphing into another one and then, suddenly, I wake up one morning and notice that there are no leaves left on the pear tree and that autumn must really be here. As I closed the curtains of my bedroom tonight, I noted that it was so much lighter than only a couple of weeks ago. This is what it looked like at 4.30 pm.
And to think that we are only one month into winter! But I am not one to rejoice for days getting longer. In fact, it has already started to annoy me. Stop, stop, stop right here, when night is night and day is day! But I told you already that I hate spring-summer, yes? Never mind then.
