October Evenings Comments

There is something about these evenings. When I'm out and near the trees, there is a smell of winter in the air. When I walk too fast and feel warm, but there is no sweat. Maybe it's that warmth that it is all about. But maybe there is more to it.

It's like the memories of junior school, when a good part of the year had these evenings. When we would play out in the fields. And those one, one-and-half hours of play would be the soul of our existence.
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