Autumn 2024 in Wageningen. Fleeting. Autumn 2024 was nothing special but me experiencing it was special. One day I was walking into a painting and the next I was walking out of a movie scene. Every moment was fleeting. The red trees that stuck out like a sore thumb. The yellow-orange leaves that were dancing with the wind. The white swans that waddled around in the black pond. The pavements littered with leaves that were once shimmering in the summer sun. The fog that made the lights brighter and the nights quieter. I was reminded of the passage of time in every waking moment. It no longer flowed on in silence. Like the autumn of 2024, the joy that fills my heart to the brim and the sadness that wraps tightly around my chest are also fleeting.
Season greetings, autumn 2024, dtbaa
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