some turning point

This week has been the turning point for me into a new zone, into a brave new world, a turning point from summer into autumn. I got up earlier than normal today and outside there was mist and for the first time since a long time that crisp cold in the air. Not really cold, summer still lingers, the sun fades in a different way though. It’s more a gradual feeling that gently reminds me that I am entering a new cycle and it brings memories of this time last year. They are memories of me still living in the old student house and having drinks after school in some Amsterdam cafe and later on in the evening a gentle smoke in some coffee shop with close friends.