November, a month of gray

November morning. Gray and foggy, no sun rays reached our body and soul, cold and wet outside, time to stay in bed forever, listen to Andrew Cronshaw and The Unbroken Surface of Snow. I imagine a lonely place far from here and enjoy the loneliness with a never seen friend.

Waiting for December, Xmas markets & mulled wine & hot maroons & gingerbread. Christmas lights all over the city and finally snow. The end of the year is near. Thoughts of some changes for the new year fill our mind.

Whatever you’ve seen this year, I’m satisfied with ‚my year‘. I saw many interesting places and met many nice people. Let the new year suprise us with new beautiful moments.

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