Wednesday, September 5, 2007

September mornings

I like the parks of Brussels. Each of them full of statues and memories, telling stories of faded glory like history books. They're never dull. During winter, even after five years, my eye still finds the green color of grass and mossy statues difficult to believe. But my favourite strolling time is autumn, when the low sun casts its symphonies of light, through an orchestra of morning haze and dying leafs.

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