every year around this time i feel it coming.. it starts somewhere around my belly button, turning and turning around slowly going up through all those inner tunnels rising together with my blood stream and pulsing in my finger tips.. it always keeps going up until it reaches my gullet and there.. out of a sudden bumps up and merges its warmth with cool nightly air.. converting into a steamy breath slightly disappearing in the darkness.. only at this time of the year i get this serpentine feeling from within.. strangely starting around my navel..
it’s a feeling of autumn.. every year it comes back with this whirly inner roam which can be felt only through a deep sigh.. always around this time.. after playful indian summer when all colours land on the ground and start browning the streets undressing the trees every morning leaving them with less and less clothing.. when the sunrays get more and more reddish in the early evenings and late mornings just firing around with scattered heartedness but no heat.. gently playing with the cobwebs fluttering in the wind and swinging little spiders all around in the air..
i love indian summers i swear.. who doesn’t.. but even more i love the time thereafter.. when the real autumn starts reigning all around.. spreading the coolness and rain.. harnessing the wind and mercilessly tearing off their last summery proud.. and yet.. it’s not about the wind of change and naked trees.. it’s something else hanging in the air that makes my stomach twirl and awakens my senses like never before.. hence every year afresh.. the nostalgia.. shamelessly conquering within and without..
it’s a feeling of autumn.. every year it comes back with this whirly inner roam which can be felt only through a deep sigh.. always around this time.. after playful indian summer when all colours land on the ground and start browning the streets undressing the trees every morning leaving them with less and less clothing.. when the sunrays get more and more reddish in the early evenings and late mornings just firing around with scattered heartedness but no heat.. gently playing with the cobwebs fluttering in the wind and swinging little spiders all around in the air..
i love indian summers i swear.. who doesn’t.. but even more i love the time thereafter.. when the real autumn starts reigning all around.. spreading the coolness and rain.. harnessing the wind and mercilessly tearing off their last summery proud.. and yet.. it’s not about the wind of change and naked trees.. it’s something else hanging in the air that makes my stomach twirl and awakens my senses like never before.. hence every year afresh.. the nostalgia.. shamelessly conquering within and without..
tonight i felt it again.. stronger than ever before.. was walking with axl, my dog, when it sneaked into me.. and started whirling.. i could stand there forever feeling it rising inside and coming out through my breath.. my heat was embracing the coldness around.. i felt it in my throat where heavy lump started melting and flowing like dew drops through my eyes.. thrilling my whole body and mind.. bringing the knowledge of life.. teaching me one more time an immensely clear lesson.. THERE IS NO WRONG OR RIGHT.. THERE IS JUST LIFE.. AND U ARE HERE TO LIVE IT!
i swear i needed this simple knowledge at that very moment.. and then axl pulled me to go..
to be continued.. the autumn has just begun..
i swear i needed this simple knowledge at that very moment.. and then axl pulled me to go..
to be continued.. the autumn has just begun..
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