November is my month. I was born 32 years ago which sounds such a long time. It feels that I just turned 18 a while ago and now I'm roaming in the direction of the middle-age crisis. I was talking on the phone with my ex-boyfriend in the morning and we pondered was it really ten years ago when we met for the first time? And yes it was. Everything has happened during the years and what will happen in the future? Hope something spectacular. Sometimes I feel anxiety when the time goes so fast and there would be so much affairs to do that I should live at least five lives more to get them all done. But that's a thing that I can't affect.
I kind of wait for the first snow too. It offers a different landscapes.
The bird which didn't care of the almonds that I was offering.