Autumn.

The winds are picking up.

The insects are harvesting whatever bits left in preparation for the cold days ahead.

The nights are freezing, while the days are becoming cooler.

Autumn, has arrived.

At least, in a few days.

But bloody hell, with the cold winds the past 2 days, it feels like Autumn has arrived already. No more revealing clothes (Nuuuu), and almost everyone is wearing long pants.

Autumn.

Time to enjoy the cold.

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An opportunity lost?

Or an opportunity gained?

A mess-up?

Or a chance hidden?

Whatever it maybe,

I'm not ready yet. -_-

GO FREEDOM.

(what's with me an poetry today? >_>)