Lady Autumn called this morning…

… she said she’d want a word

beneath her blanket of fog, which she spread across the world outside my window

so I crawled in beside her

and told her of those endless summer days

of climbing up the waterfall

only to read a week later about the kid who tripped and fell, fifteen meters onto the rocks, my place of joy, another mother’s nightmare

of those long and winding roads, shimmering with heat as we traveled, singing along to whichever tune the radio would play

and the stench of burned rubber and the concertinaed car, on fire on the fast lane, and the people sitting on the guard railing, staring blankly at their phones

You were the lucky one, again.

Yes, Lady Autumn, I was.

Come with me, then. I promise I’ll be gentle.

(Hope you had a wonderful summer yourselves. Here’s a bit of recommended listening as the seasons change: Wading in Deeper, Katzenjammer)

About angelikarust

My name is Angelika Rust. I was born in Vienna in 1977. These days, I live in Germany, with my husband, two children, a despotic couple of cats and a hyperactive dog. After having tried almost every possible job from pizza delivery girl to HR consultant, I now make a living knowing English. No, I haven’t yet figured out what I want to be when I grow up, whenever that may be. In the meantime, I write the occasional book.
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