
Does inspiration go for walks? Taking in all the beauty, all the sunlight, looking up and down, ahead and behind.
Sitting on the bench, overlooking the Garden.

Does inspiration go for walks? Taking in all the beauty, all the sunlight, looking up and down, ahead and behind.
Sitting on the bench, overlooking the Garden.

Leaves have fallen, yet some of them still remain up, catching sunshine high up in the branches, against strong wind and furious rain.

Swimming in the pond, while leaves fall on your shell, on your head. Does it feel like someone is covering you with a blanket? A bit of warmth, before you go swimming in the sky again, with fish and clouds playfully chasing each other? Tell me Mr Turtle, for I want all the best’


Cool evenings, sunny days. New beginnings and strange calmness. Snuggled up in bed, sipping coffee that isn’t hot anymore, but pleasantly warm. Please feel welcome. We missed you. September~

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Nature’s got its blankets ready, to wrap the living in red and gold.

Waiting. Autumn is slowly walking, bringing early nights and cool, gentle breeze. Waiting to give trees a kiss, change the colours of life.
Anticipation. We can all feel it, ready for rain, puddles and cloudy sky. But also sunny days in a park, stepping on crunchy leaves, enjoying a smile of warmness in the wind.

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Autumn, November 13th. A girl is born, chubby little thing, with brown eyes and round face. Years later, she fell in love with falling leaves, warm tea, gentle fire, rain, and eventually, snow and early night.
There she is.
Welcome. Sit by the fireplace with me, take a blanket and listen to some stories.
