Gone

In one of those days, those that make you feel like the world is charging a load of Karma on you, I decided to take a walk, alone, and take my thoughts for a stroll.

As I was contemplating the orange looking streets of Halifax, burning like fire, with the intense rays of an agonizing sun in the verge of dusk, I could feel it.

In an instant, almost unperceivable, the air blew cold; I could only imagine the world around me announcing in sublime simplicity that summer was gone.

I stood there, thrilled by the privilege of witnessing one of nature’s true whispers; I felt alive, I felt life running through my fingers softly and chilly.

And right there, almost instinctively, I gave one of those deep sighs, breathing deeply, feeling the cool air of a new born fall fill up my lungs.

My eyes were closed, and the darkness became red, as I realized that the sun escaping in between branches of trees and buildings was kissing my face.

And this is how I welcomed fall, and offered a nostalgic farewell to summer, the simplest and most delightful way. The way I learned to live life from inside the rubble of my soul.

Just like that, I kept on walking. The instant vanished slowly in the back of my mind, as the noises of cars, bicycle bells, and scattered voices, commenced to fill the real world.

Summer is gone, I said in an audible thought, as a couple standing next to me heard my words, they smiled back and I knew they also got the message… Gone.