nostalgie

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Nostalgia for summers lost 

August on the wane

fall nibbles at its warmth

 

on the radio a haunting melody

of shipwrecks and disasters

behind me hazy outlines

lazy days of beer and sunshine

faded photos,  faces meld as one

on the outskirts of the city

geometry of campus skyline

impersonal space, hard edges, logic

wipe my mind clean

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“You can’t hide your true colours as you reach the autumn of your life.” True.

“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”  ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Nostalgia

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It was particularly difficult to say farewell to summer this year. I relished in the long lazy days of reading, writing, going for meandering walks or just watching the sky. I love those kind of days when you can take your time, appreciate what is around you and can go to bed at night without dreading the next day. (or wake up in the middle of the night with your mind running like a hamster on his treadmill!)

With the advent of fall, that relaxed regime has had quite an adrenaline shot. I am back in the frenzy of work, work and more work. Everyone is back in town from their summer vacations and leap right into the frenetic routine of work-meetings-work-meetings-work-meetings. To personify, summer is soft and languid while fall is hard-edged and brisk. (Not to mention winter is coming) While the alternative of being unemployed has zero appeal, it is hard not to feel wistful about the loose, unfettered days of summer.

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