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Articles found containing the term “fall” (14)

And remember again that everyone lives only in the present

The leaves do not seem to be ready to fade. However, by the end of September, they should already have a sense of the end. There are some of these unblemished autumns and this one may be one of them. The antlers will turn brown and will be bald by one or two gusts of wind. The next day, it will snow and we will not yet have our boots at our feet. — 2018/09/30

I walk

Time changes so little when we walk, the step beats the seconds, the centimeters, the thought scatters its psalmodious wanderings. And the morning becomes beauty with its light that already reminds us of death to come. — 2017/08/22

Just before the snow

Two weeks have passed without me writing here. I walked, though, watching the fall. It has gone from cold to warm, from a blue sky to a grey one, from dry to wet. The leaves make traces, then soften for good. — 2016/11/20

The anticolor

The light of autumn is not happening at the moment. This is indeed an advertised chronicle. We take out a warmer garment if possible waterproof. We protect ourselves more from gusts. The common cold is so easy to catch. — 2016/10/21

Ephemeral

The trees no longer have any modesty. The gaze never gets tired of any leaf. Mornings are wetter, concrete absorbs the plant juice. Soon there will only be flour left that will quickly be eaten by the wind and frost. — 2016/10/20

The mixing of the seasons

The cold inviting itself for the night, and no matter how much autumn stuffs us with embalmed afternoons, the mornings become cooler and cooler. Now you have to cover yourself a little, lift the collar, fear that the cold will attack the bronchial tubes. — 2016/10/15

The silent goddess

I must continue on the theme of light. After work last week, it was still too hot for autumn. People willingly walked barefoot in the park, young people, bare-chested and beautiful, juggling. I was too hot with my vest and windbreaker, as if from a season too far ahead of its time. — 2016/10/10

Morning light, evening light

Morning light, evening light, the trees are caressed from east to west, but the leaves are now tired. All this summer blush eventually turned into gold, emerald, simple terracotta. — 2016/10/03

The cold, of course

The cold of course and the days that, like cheap cotton, shrink at the first sign of hardship. I love walking when the morning shines its fine light on us. I have my steps for myself, my solitary rhythm thus marking this adult life which has dug so few furrows. — 2016/09/29

The flower-suns

The leaves are starting to fall here. We never tire of announcing, every year, the beginning of autumn. At this stage, the decline may seem philosophical. The air seems to be at the peak of its breath, already imbued with soft, dense juices, like the one in these rooms where the dying fall asleep. — 2016/09/19

Our seasons

Of course, autumn inspires the poet. It is a sweet season, heralding the bitterness of winter, but, with good weather helping, we are not yet concerned about it. The weather is fine, death is there to diffuse perfumes of appeasement, the air is warm, the light compresses the shadows, skilfully mixing the colors. Everything is in its place, in the order of things. You feel almost eternal. — 2014/09/28

Les manigances du hasard

Le soleil a pu, pendant une heure, se poser sur les objets et les gens. La pluie n'en a cependant pas fini avec nous et les rues se fleureront encore de bruissements mouillés. Les nuages reviennent pour la journée. Il y aura de la neige fondante ce soir. Il fait bon dehors, triste, mais bon. — 2011/11/30

Étoiles givrées

Le froid de ce matin ne prenait pas autant à la gorge que celui, plus agressif, d'hier. Le ciel, cependant, était toujours aussi bleu comme sait bien les faire les contrées nordiques. Sur les surfaces urbaines et mortelles, une givre passagère, envoutée par la lumière. — 2011/11/21

La vie se défait

Le temps est toujours aussi gris et paisible. On aimerait sans doute davantage de soleil et encore plus de calme, mais on s'en contente tout de même. Se promener chaque matin ainsi me fait un bien immense. — 2011/11/16

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