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.
Monday, 3 October 2011
Walking on the dry leaves
I was getting a bit desperate yesterday, feeling dreadful about this summery weather, in the wrong state of mind. It has been cooling down a little bit today. Still not the kind of crisp, cold autumn day I long for, but we are getting there. I didn't wear a coat, but at least I didn't need sun lotion. And I did something very autumnal, something that cheered me up on a tiredsome Monday. I walked on the dry leaves on the ground. There are plenty of leaves near the place where I work, so I can take a few minutes at lunch time and walk around. Not exactly as nice as a walk in the wood, but hearing the dry leaves cracking under my feet felt great. It felt right.