Sun

It is a sunny, although proper fall afternoon. Sun’s brightness is trying to trick us all today since daybreak; it cautiously disguises this wicked chilliness which comes along with the fall period.

It is slightly after three o’clock. I am sitting on a sofa, very cosily seated. Right ahead of me there is a big, white, victorian-style window placed. Typical English piece. Beautiful. It never happens by chance, meaning me choosing such a spot to settle at. When the fall strikes, only those subtle remains of sunshine can cheer me up; warmly touch my naked skin and arouse those thoughts of summer long forgotten.