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leaves
Gradually the leaves start
changing their colours, while the days become shorter and the nights become colder.
Nobody goes out the house without a jacket, when you can see your own breath
in the morning despite there is already sunshine.
Still the leaves try to catch the sunlight, but there was, there is and there
will not be any hope that they can withstand wind and coldness. First the leaves, lying on
the ground, will be covered with rain, then with snow, before they disappear, without leaving
a single trace. Nobody will remember them, when after a few months the first buds spring
up through the snow and the first flowers bloom. And nobody will recognize them, when they,
after a long winter, again develop their splendour. As they do every year.
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colder
And then comes what has to
come. Cold and dreary days. It rains without any interruption. As long as you have forgotten
what colour the sky can have besides dark gray. And every day it is getting colder. And colder.
While it rains. And as soon as it is cold enough for snow, it stops raining. As long as has
become a little warmer. To warm for snow. In the meantime, the sky changes between
all different shades of gray. Monotony, grief, depression. Happy are those who can remember
summer in these days. Hopelessness for those who have to try to forget the summer because
it involves too many painful memories.
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but then
Incredible how fast all wounds,
caused by autumn, are healed if it show its second face. The sun shines brighter
than never before, and the sky is more blue as any painter ever would dare to
paint it. Although the days are so short you only can enjoy them in a great hurry, they still
give you the hope that there will be a summer again. |
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