nummer tjugoåtta

when I think about fall, the sight of red orange brown leaves comes to my mind. the eternal walks, under the trees. leaves are raining down on us, our shoes get wet. not from rain, just the dew. don't know if it's morning dew or something else, but does it matter? would like to walk til dawn, see the first lights coming up. the birds are waking the whole world up, makes it almost impossible to fall asleep. the dusk, so different from the summer. not that sticky feeling, mosquitoes all over. just very fresh air, the feeling of darkness that is light. started thinking about falling, can't develope that. and slurping coffee, tea. doesn't matter which. my knees under my chin, concentrating on nothing special. maybe the subject of which we speak, or maybe we're just talking calmly and randomly. thick socks on both of us. boots, yeah boots. mine are dark and musty red, like red wine. it's easy to mistake them for purple, but we know and that's enough. maybe we'll shout to the world 'MY BOOTS ARE DARK AND MUSTY RED, NOT PURPLE'.