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  A new inner choreography for a changing reality Little by little, the "texture" of the many memories that once furnished my mind is fading away. They no longer exist—not because I have erased them, but because they are no longer the same as they were when they first became my memories. ​It is like taking a photograph of a child. If you continue to see that child, the picture becomes a video that follows their development. But if you stop following that child’s adventure through life at some point, the video becomes a static image, frozen on the last shot. This is what gets stored in your memory. If you happen to meet the child again, he has become someone else, and something cringes deep inside. The memory is reset, yet the shadow of the previous one remains—at least for a while, until the new reality becomes your new inner choreography, building a fresh memory. ​At the moment, I am not renewing all that is fading away because I don't have the opportunity to create a ne...

Winter

 


I took out my winter shoes and I polished them with their specific cream. It has been years from the last time I did it. Usually I polished with a kind of sponge, cointaining some polishing product. But using the shoe brush and the shoe polish cream the result is really good. 

I must say that since I was a child I loved polishing shoes. Having them so beautifully shining gave me a big satisfaction. I felt really happy, and today, again, I felt the same happiness! Now I can face the cold weather with my warm shining shoes.

Since two weeks the temperature dropped to zero and below in the night. Autumn is getting ready to leave and open the door to winter.

I always loved Autumn. Even when I was a child, in the 50's-60's, my favourite season was Autumn. I remember how surprised were the adults. "How come it is not Spring, or Summer, your favourite season?!" I couldn't tell. But my favourite season has always been Autumn. While all the rest, adults and children, usually loved Spring; and some loved Summer. 

I was used to be alone in my love for Autumn. Then one day, around 2020, with an enormous surprise I began to see photo blogs praising Autumn! Oh, my gosh, I wasn't alone anymore! And from that moment on I had my joy in all the splendid pictures dedicated to Autumn!

This year, though, for the first time in my life, it feels different. Although Autumn has been perfect so far: a week of dull rain followed by the next week of shining sun; again rain, and again the amazing Autumn sun... well I didn't feel the same pathos. Soo strange!

I thought that perhaps it is because, I had such a splendid summer that something switched within me ... Or perhaps because I have a space in the common court yard of this house, where I decided I will grow plants instead.

So, this year I am vividly looking forward to Spring, while in the waiting I can decide how to organise my little future private garden!

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