It's weird how seasons bear upon me certain emotions. Like how the thought of autumn bestows melancholy. It is autumn there now. Not here from where I stand. Yet why do I feel its gloominess? Its hue? Is it only because I miss you?
[Autumn in Europe: Photos taken from my Samsung NV10]
...Soon it's winter. But it won't be as cold. No more.
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