Rencontre
I’ve been dancing around that route for so long I feel the need for some sort of closure or conclusion. I’ve been measuring myself against it every time, but my strenght is irrelevant now.
My time window is closing to an end. The sun is weaker, you can look him in the face in the afternoon and he doesn’t hurt you anymore. All the beatiful colours will soon be a deathbed for snow and ice. A moment and all this warmth will be gone. I have to try. I have to see him once more before winter sets in. Any other visit payed to that place this winter would be an unexpected gift.
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