I love seasons. They are such visual manifestations of time, that intangible concept that everyone chases after.
Save for the rain, autumn is one of my favourite seasons (the others being Spring, Summer and Winter) as the colours are so vibrant - yellows, reds, browns. To me, it represents the process of letting go before regeneration and rebirth can occur: a very innate process of life on earth and with human psyche/emotions as well.
As the crisp leaves and branches crunch under my boots in Oosterpark today, I inhaled the smell of letting go into my lungs, filling them with nothingness. Soon, soon, the time will come to bloom.
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