Sweet November, Indian summer… why for God’s sake can’t it last untill spring?
I genuinely mean it. Usually at this time of the year rainy, melancholically, like the whole life was taken away from us… Despite a tiny bit of conscience pangs in regard to snug blanket, tea with quince and ginger and a good book in my hand, I do my best to catch the last breath of the marvellous summer.
And you? Don’t sit so helplessly!
Gather your reserves of positive energy and rock this place. There’s a long winter coming…