Summer days are slowly fading, washed away by the nightly thunderstorms
and heavy rain that kept me awake in the darkness.
We get rain and sunshine interchangeably every few minutes these days,
and this weather perfectly reflects this moody and slightly hectic season of life.
After a period of summer slumber, I’m again living with my eyes fully open
to the subtleties of change in nature, in people’s faces, in the air.
Fresh autumn smell fills my lungs, awakening my inner dreamer, a hopeful romantic.
Excited for each fallen leaf, each raindrop hitting my windowsill,
the scent of mushrooms in the woodland.
I’m rewatching old movies, inspired by their beauty,
and reading old beautifully written books filled with dark and philosophical stories.
I ventured out into the city for a day, only to witness students,
new and old filling the city streets.
It’s that time of the year again.
I’m reminded of my past, when I was also a student,
maybe at a place not as grand as this, but eyes filled with as much hope,
as much excitement and anxiety.
I walk amongst these old buildings,
realising that I’m not the youngest one in the room anymore.
It’s a strange thing to realise, when you’re used to always being the young one.
But you know, I’m also very happy that these years,
as exciting as they were, are now behind me.
I’m in my late twenties - the thought that used to scare me before.
I’m not where I thought I’d be.
And I’m not going where I always thought I would.
But I think I’m somewhere better, excited for the years ahead, free of anxieties
that used to fill my youthful, inexperienced mind.
Not that it’s not youthful anymore -
but now it is rather by choice that it remains like that, not by age.
Lately I find it difficult to find words and subjects to talk about.
You know, sometimes we find the need to keep a conversation going -
but words simply don’t come.
You keep walking quietly, letting thoughts and conversations escape
and disappear into thin air.
It’s wonderful when you can do that, surrounded by people
who also appreciate moments of silence.
Or when you’re so comfortable with yourself, your own company
that silence only adds to your experience rather than takes anything away from it.
So this probably will turn out just that type of video -
I hope this scenery will speak for itself.
Just for a moment the wind will stop, trees will stand still
and only the birdsong will echo somewhere in the distance, dissolving into silence.
Sometimes words are only a nuisance.
It’s in these moments I understand the beauty of a quiet mind.