Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
I have written here (in French) that there is something sad about August (Jazz blogged on the same topic here): it's the end of Summer, end of holidays, Autumn is showing itself and we are remembering that time is passing. I witnessed this today: some leaves have already changed colour and while it is warm, it is definitely no longer hot outside. It smells like the end of Summer, I feel like I used to feel when I was a child around that time of year. Even when I don't go to school anymore (not as a student anyway), I have the same feeling of impending doom (I know, it's melodramatic but how else would you qualify the end of the holidays?). It was hot and sunny most of the day, and all of a sudden it started raining heavily. It didn't last long, just enough to give us a rainbow. I took a picture of it, as you can see. It doesn't cure my melancholy, but it's nice to look at.