First autumn saturday
Since everyone is talking about it, let’s say it – summer is officially over.
My visit to Helsinki ended. It had been like an end-of-summer holiday: after the days working at the film festival I spent joyful time running in diverse cultural events. I came back and it was cold. I find myself ordering a winter jacket.
But this date seems special. I can’t believe that exactly a year ago I left for France. What happened after that has meant a lot.
Can’t help it. I miss Paris.
Today I’m not taking a plane but waiting for new adventures in the city I live in. (And going to see Woody’s new film, and liking it even if it’s bad.)