Someone told me a couple of days ago that something would feel like «a walk in the park»… Well, this afternoon felt like a walk in the park, even though I wasn’t really in a park:
Beautiful, isn’t it? The spectacular autumn colours against a clear and cold day… The air was fresh, the forest quiet and when I arrived to one of my favourite places on the board of the sea, the sun painted the sky and the horizon melted between the calm ocean and the clear sky.
It was almost too cold to be sitting down, but I did for a little minute. I was celebrating. Today I sent my final version of my manuscript for my second book to my publisher. My quiet celebration at the seaside, with this magical view, filled me with humble joy and gratitude.
We’ve been enjoying so much nice weather these last couple of weeks, and nature’s autumn colours are so splendid this year.
There’s something about this season that goes so well up against white churches, and I’ve lately taken some photos of two of them. The first is from Sweden, taken two weeks ago, the second is from Norway, taken a week ago.
I looked at him
I tried to understand
as my emotions started swim
I noticed the shaking in my hand
I couldn’t breathe
I wouldn’t believe
I wanted to run away
as I suddenly heard
my own strange voice say
“Did you see how the leaves have changed?
Autumn is really coming our way.”
Afterwards I thought that it wasn’t
the worst thing to say!
Poem by : Ellen Gill