For the days to come - far too soon, mind you - days with bleak sunrays and long evenings, cold winds and warms blankets on your feet.
Their scent is already in the air. You can see their footprints everywhere. This chilly breeze in the evening when you struggle your way through the laughing crowd, still in their summer spirits. This quietness of the twilight that posesses the world for few precious minutes earlier and earlier everyday. This rain on your face, no longer warm, and those frequent rainbows colouring the sky on the East.
They are coming, and there is nothing we can do.
Or maybe - just maybe - we can dance?
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