Wednesday 10.09.2014

Imagine the most perfect September day. This was it: the geometry of the season,

the very first signs of leaves on the turn,

a warm sun and that indefinable scent of change in the air.
My favourite time of year which is why I`m spending the rest of the month more than five and a half thousand miles away......some are born contrary, some achieve contrariness and some have contrariness thrust upon them, to mangle The Bard.

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Hasta luego!