Suddenly I`ve felt soo tired of people. I`ve felt like that in the beginning of this summer, but living in the the village fixed me.
People.
It is weird, because I still have a desire for communications and interactions: talking, writing, being with friends. I just want to take a rest a little from some of them, and from city and crowds. But now I just can`t grab things and go to a village. It is autumn, so there is cold, and there is no wood to keep house warm there. And there is still lot to build, and no freezer or any other storage place for food.
And, I have to search for a job. There isn`t any, in the wilds.
Good god. As much as I love people, - now I am tired of them. I`ll try to keep myself positive, to transform this mood into something creative. Or, at least, into making collections.
It is a cold, cold autumn. I like it like that. With leaves in all shades from pure reds and yellows to grays and browns. What makes every autumn essentially beautifull, - a variety of weather. From sunny and bright, with the bluest sky. To the fogs, and greys, and grafical dance of November. A time of falls. A time of transformation. A time, to gather and count all last harvests. It is my time.
For something to be born and bloom or sing in spring, - something must go, in autumn. Something must take a rest. Something we must to leave, stop holding, forgive, make a lesson for ourselves.
Breathe in. Exhale. Autumn. My time.