Swirly days...

and September arrives!

Is it summer packing his bags already?
Every time the same moves, the same walking and moving around...
This around and around... and we go, we move slowly and cautious, along with this sweet repetition...
These circles, oh these circles, do we really question about the meanings of this moves?
This back and forward... 

 Slow down
night arrives faster now...

Call me when you find that color...