I wished, I wanted it with all my heart, but I’m not there to witness the most beautiful colors my planet has to share. I’ve always loved autumn, and since I took up climbing I couldn’t help noticing that all the climbing places look much more captivating now. Cold, grey stone and the richest palette of warm colors I could imagine. The sun gets weaker but the scarlet, golden, brown forests have already been burnt. Everything comes to it’s place in the fall, things that have to begin make their start and those that have to die lay to rest. Away from it this time, I keep shedding skin in training, try to lull my own will to sleep, try to convince myself I’ll come out of it stronger. Next fall. This is what it’s all for, but maybe it’s better this way. Those last beautiful days of climbing in autumn have always made winter harder to bear.
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~ by mirale on October 29, 2011.
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Tags: autumn, climbing related
