September days come and go..
They are not special. They are not bright. They are not warm nor cold. They just pass.
The holidays are over, the new year is yet to begin.
The fruit trees are coming bear and the leaves start to fall.
Melancholy floats in the air like a big purple cloud. And usually rain drops and drops.
And yet there is something fascinating about Autumn.
Those little berries left, those raindrops on your window after a hot summer.
A promishing start of something new!
Coming back from the vacation house to find a thin layer of dust like a veil covering gently the house, saturating colors and details, I smile.
What was familiar has become etrange within a few weeks..
Or perhaps it is us who change. Our material world resistant, survived our few weeks absence laying there in its denominated position, awaiting for our return.
And once we are back, back to normality, back to our life, it awaits to help us link our previous self with the presence of our future presence..
Going through the house, things here and there..pieces of a personal story..colors, materials, textures.. jewellery, shoes, clothes, books, music tunes..
oh I feel like rearranging my world, preparing for the cold winter days that are coming..!
Taking out my baking set, I bake a few sweet vanilla cupcakes and topped them off with some rich buttercreme, flavored and colored naturally with some smashed berries.
Then barefoot, balancing on my toes I make my way around my suitcases unpacking clothes and rearranging shelves..