autumn sun

All I could think about are some words I wrote as I was circling around the pictures I took.
These days in front of the sea… last summer days as they were full of autumn but still warm wind, friends and sand and love… a lot of love.

Next to the beach, I saw the locals packing up, closing their sweet little cottages by the shore… few people, rebels just like us, enjoying their last bears and cigarettes, preparing to go home… just like us.

Can’t quite describe this big feeling. I guess people usually call it “happiness” but I can’t stop thinking that it might be some mix of nostalgic and a little screwed up state of this heart of mine…

And I can still feel salty water, sparkling wine, dizziness, nostalgia, sand, warm skin and autumn wind. Friends and all the love… I still feel it all as I stand in this big city now, writing all of these memories down, on this big city life morning.

These were the last days and the firsts…
Been awaited by my warm, cozy sweaters and jeans. Awaited by the next month. October, owner of the most beautiful nature colors out of all the colors of the year..

But there are still a lot of things left to be done for this September though… like heading to the next amazing places… as I do believe I’m on some kind of recognising beauty tour around Romania

Still I find myself curious of the feelings you have about this summer-autumn transition…

How do you feel, my love?
What do you feel?

yours, Ela

romance of the seasons

Seasons of romance

Oh this Autumn with its colours and its kind of cold nights…
making me wear all these cozy, warm cloths I actually quite love…
waiting like nuts for jeans and warm sweaters…
and shoes… lots of fall shoes… all kinds of them….
and hair in the wind, blown, flown… drifting away.

Getting that familiar feeling like you want to belong to somewhere and to somebody… always to both of them. Waiting for winter and hot chocolate spiced with cinnamon… (but lets face it tho’, Starbucks seals more hot chocolate than cold drinks and frappes already)… just saying.

So what you gonna do…

How come I find myself in the middle of every single season, enjoying it to the full and talking to myself that this is for sure my favorite season?
I love fall the most in the fall … and I love winter most in the winter… spring and summer follows… but now they’re so far… they are also very near… confusing, but lovely feeling.

At least that I know, I am in a deep romance with the seasons…

Dose this ever happen to you?

Love always,