The End of Summer

Here is a picture of a sunset which I have taken in July.

I used to dislike the end of summer.

When I lived in Munich there was a highlight at the end of it: Octoberfest. Afterwards everything got unattractive. Colder and darker.

I used to flee. A few clicks and I was the owner of an airplane ticket. I boarded the plane and it went up and towards warm places. But then I asked myself: What exactly is the problem with winter? I wanted to know if there was something I really disliked or if I had somehow learned from others, from our culture, that winter was bad. That it was something that had to be endured.

So in the end I decided that it was learned behavior. Not my own truth. Even if it’s a wet no-snow-just-cold-wind-and-rain winter, I’ll still enjoy it. It seems like the decision was all it took for me.

But summer is ending.

I’ll miss the warm evenings of course. Being outside at night wearing a t-shirt and watching shooting stars. Here, a summer sky has a very nice dark blue color for most of the night.

So, now we will have autumn. A very beautiful time of the year.

And then winter.

And then 2020 will end.

Time flies, doesn’t it?