Goodbye, summer!

I don't know how your Facebook/Instagram feed looked like at the end of August, but mine was full of end of summer melancholia. Dozens of posts echoed a shared sadness as autumn crept in. And that was paired with as many jokes about the return to school and mothers braving the traffic.

At the end of August, though I was unwell, I could not quite feel what they were feeling. To me it was still summer. The sun was still up in the sky smiling for me. On the 7th of September I went to the beach not knowing that would be the final farewell.

Then came Monday. The Monday after quite a long absence from work. I decided to leave home early, around 6am. And that's when it hit me. Darkness everywhere. Rain. The car was showing 6 degrees C. Driving down the slope I finally felt it: sadness. That was the end. That was the moment that brought me back in time to the school start days. I dreaded going back to school. Work, sorry! Either way, the feeling was the same: a depressing sense of loss.

That was my end of summer. A bleak, cold, rainy morning on the way to work.