Today we’ve had one of the most beautiful days of the year. Warm like summer, with clear sky, but with a richesse de couleur that only autumn can provide.
Every autumn and spring, around the equinox, an important change takes place in my Frankfurt life. It’s the time when the path of the sun crosses the roof line of the southwardly opposite buildings in my street. In autumn, I have to say goodbye to direct sunlight and prepare myself for the permanent shadow of the winter term. In spring, there is the joy of a sudden glaring beam of sunlight caressing my desk, forcing me to shut down my computer, go to the balcony and celebrate the reawakening of it all.
Today the sun was still paying tribute, but it left a parting note.