The onset of Autumn; winds have a different flavour.
The clammy stillness is replaced by cool breeze, chilly in fact. There's no need for air conditioners or even fans now.
It's sunny out, but not hot, not in the least. Oh it's windy, so wondrously windy.
The curtains are animated, billowing, puffing, relaxing and generally waving themselves about in white wisps of transparent patterns, all over the house.
The main door has been mysteriously letting itself thrust open, each time after getting shut closed. 'The wind made me do it', yes it did.
And boy am I glad to not be on any social networking site and read about western obsession with pumpkin spice latte in this weather.
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The house welcomed me warm, with orchid smells, manageable mess and a hungry cat.
There's a space inside of me that stays vacant, and fills only momentarily. I love that space.
It's a sad space, but sometimes often the happiest one when for a few fleeting moments it finds itself brimming with feverish fervour.
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