Today, like every other Saturday, I woke up at 8 am. I'm not proud that my body deprives me of my sweet sleep, but being used to wake up at 7 on week days, my body agreed that he would want to start the day earlier, even in the week-end. Well, I just have to get used to that. Sometimes...
The thing that got my eye, was the fog that was lying gently outside my window. It floats silently on the road, combined with the crispy air, getting me ready for winter.
One thing that I realized yesterday, while looking at winter pictures(I find myself very often doing so), that winter is a magical season. Everything is white, everything sparkles in the sun, and so it looks cropped form a fairy tale. It is peculiar that I realize now, when 17 years elapsed from my life. Nevertheless I expect winter much more than I did a month ago, when I was caught up with the beauty of Autumn.
I am always looking forward for seasons like Autumn or Winter, and when they come, I stay on my computer and look at pictures of that season, and wonder to myself: "What a beautiful season!" but I'm not doing anything making it beautiful, and not even going outside to be in the middle of the beauty. I'm in love with the idea of Autumn and Winter.
It must be the chilly air!
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