Spring is probably my favourite season. And summer is lovely. But I sort of like autumn too, with its crisp air, subacid scent of apples and multicoloured leaves.
This weekend the weather was much too nice to stay inside, so I went to a lake nearby, along with joggers, families and dog owners. Some kids were selling coffee and lemonade. A happy dog came by to say hello. A cute girl smiled at me. A nice walk.
The seasons return every year. But of some reason the current season always evokes associations to one particular autumn: The one in '94.
This year I finished my studies, got my first job, and moved out to no man's land. I guess you often experience things more strongly when you change your environment. And since the initial part of this "new life" of mine took place during the autumn months, I've always associated my memories of this period with this particular season.