Smelling the Roses

Life is good...

Weekend can't start soon enough...

Finally...

Finally it happened...autumn packed up it's things, left it's summerhouse and came rushing back in.
Who needs a holiday when you can play and frolic right at home?
When cold, wet winds start to beat their tingly waves at my face and my hair starts to imagine it's attached to a wild bucking Bronco...I feel my step becoming springy and my mind waking up with a start...Eying the world with surprise and vivid longing.
Something about autumn makes me feel more alive, more vibrant then any other season. It takes me by surprise year after year.
Who cares about the red, runny nose... Give me autumn anytime, to chase colorful falling leaves, to lean against a wind that wants to knock me down. The feeling of time passing, life ending with a big bang but always with the certain hope of spring. The season when Mother Earth throws all her energy in your face and laughs her infectious laugh. A laugh you can feel bubbling in your stomach...like being in love, in love with life...oh sweet life...

Phew

Fist day is a fact. Think I will enjoy myself over there. But suspect one colleague of mine is on the verge of a breakdown but doesn't know it yet. So ... we will see what will happen. Hope I get to do more, because today was just too easy... But for now it's ok, am not jumping up and down, but I'm not screaming and kicking either. Time will tell.

On my lunchbreak I went outside and sat down at an espressobar around the corner. My table'mate' was an architect of Rem Koolhaas....very intimidating. But I had a fairly nice conversation with her. Think I will go to that 'bar' more often, interesting people to find there.