It is the annual misery that comes over me when I realize that summer has finally passed and the autumn gives way to who actually has the first Wintervorboten.
When I look out the window and realize that it no longer is better, but worse. At least six months. This is the time when I want to cry at the sight of my summer pictures to pack my things and run away somewhere, where is the light that I need and heat. Where the wind blowing at a gentle breeze and the rain I do not spit in the face.
Not a good time for me.
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