Time of damp and darkness
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It’s the time of the year when it’s starting to get dark already when you get off work. There’s moist everywhere. The wind pinches your cheeks. It’s a damp and dull time. But then, the colours brighten up the scenery. Fall colours… some people consider autumn the best season because of them. I wish I could think like that, be positive. But for me, it’s just dark, cold and damp.
But then… walking home from work, I see the wet cliff almost turned blue, laden with clear green moss, and flanked with green-yellow-orange-red leaves. It’s a great season for photographers. I decide I am one, and feel better. Besides, it’s an unusually mild day, not at all bad for walking. I find enjoyment in it, and my step meeter tics on. I don’t get further than Björkhagen, though, since it’s getting dark and I don’t want to risk getting lost – I don’t know my way around there.
Minor is a peculiar cat. No other cat I know likes to sleep or lye on her back, but she does it freequently. She looks lustful, unashamed, and enjoys my cuddling and massage, purring loudly. I caught it on a short film sequence, available for download here.
I met A after work. The usual updates – we don’t meet that often anymore, so there’s always a lot of catching up to do. Next week we might go to a play together though.
When I got home, Kurre and Ola were there. And, outside, my new car. Yep, I’m buying Kurre’s old Opel Calibra from ’92. K and I went for a test drive, and what a difference it was from my old Beetle!
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