It's that time of the year again – no, I'm not talking about the weather.
Been having strange dreams lately, the strangest among them is me finding something I thought I had long lost.
Am not an expert at interpreting dreams, but that sounds like something significant. You tell me.
And it's not just me, but also the boyfie who's had strange and strangely vivid dream sequences.
Polo shirt, Piazza Italia
Belt from an Italian market
Leather sneakers, Fred Perry
Bag, American Eagle Outfitters, thrifted
Are these dreams the mind's way of sorting out the autumn of leaves, image upon image, from the recent series of events in all their color?
It's easy to lose sight of the sun, or the dimming of the weather.
Knowing myself, this kind of change has surely been behind my recent episodes of uncertainty, which I do not want to call sadness since I can't recall the last time I was this happy.
It's like I'm carrying everything in my bag – all the fruits I have picked, and even those I have shared.
All the while laughing and smiling, hopeless against the passage of time.
Sometimes all I want to say is stop! Please give me more time to take it all in. Of course, I wouldn't want anything to be lost, just a request for more time so I can take a breath and marvel at all that has happened in the brief moment's pause.