The last days of this very strange # summer, when you literally have to run after the sun to get even a little bit warm. The perpetually gray sky has prevented us from enjoying the polar day and we are about to meet a very, forget about the sun for a few more months.
Strange summer from every angle, any way you look at it...maybe, of course, my life just stopped spiraling. And it's only been 6 years or six whole years. Yep... something happens very easily and quickly, and we wait years for the other.
I have always loved and love rain, and as a consequence, fall. But realizing how quickly the days of this summer are gone is depressing... as if it were not fall depression syndrome.
Рубрика: Мысли