One day, I just stepped outside, and it was there, waiting. No one had told me it would just appear one day, leaving the warm and filled with light summer days behind. What I thought would happen, it slowly crepping into the air and the sky, gently touching the plants with its golden hands, and one day, eventually, whisper quietly into my ear: "Hello. I am here". One day, I woke up, and the summer was gone. You would think that nothing particular happened that night, but in the morning nothing was the same anymore. You didn't have anything to do with it, it happened without asking you, you couldn't even say goodbye. Harmonijny szelest wiatru, mruk deszczu, przyjął Cię do siebie i otulił ciężkim kocem, przewracając stronę. All you can do now is look into its eyes and let it guide you through the darkness it had brought with itself, reminding you so unambiguously of the passage of time.
