I am back.
For how long is an impossible thing for me to say
But for now
My Self is back.
Outside is so much more awake at half past eleven than at the times I usually go out to run.
Much more than the physical exercise, it's the mental earnings that make me long for night-time runs.
It's been a while.
The river sang a beautiful tenor.
I felt his skin.
The air smelled like autumn leaves.
I ran on top of them.
When I turned back, there were new sounds that I, curious, followed.
They led me to a bats' house.
They fell silent when I stood under it and looked up. And talked again when I imitated their voices.
It probably wasn't the right frequency, but still they talked.
I'm sharing this my autumn.