

I have to be honest: I miss summer, the warmth, the joy and the warm sunshine, the smiles of people walking by and the lively laughter of guys and girls in the parks... Yesterday I turned 23, and I feel that I'm even farther away from carefree, easy and even some of the windiness and recklessness ... Why does it beckon back, I want to go back and live it all over again, but with the same experience? And why does autumn aggravate the feeling of sadness for the lost summer and the years that have passed?