Empreinte Courrèges 2012

.. and heavenly autumn hosts rush through the dawn, bringing us fog, forgetfulness, and making us aware of transience. It is late in the year! Dreary November approaches. Storms, but also moments of pause. Sunday afternoons on the couch. Fireplace!
Giggling autumn fairies flutter through gray days and sprinkle soapy, lemony frost foam on roofs at night. The most daring of the pointy-eared creatures let beautiful floral vines freeze on car windshields.
Last roses bloom. Buds have frozen in the cold night.
Bats flew in the summer around 10 PM. Now 5 hours earlier. Dusk sets in early and drives away all cheerfulness. Bizarre shadows appear. A person, wandering between light and shadow, hands over an oversized bouquet of roses. He does not accept tips and disappears into the mists of late year.
Only his footsteps can still be heard. He throws mossy leaves on the ground. Fallen November leaves from maple, oak, and co. smell damp. Germany will once again become a mixed forest land, and in a few years we will also have "Indian Summer" here.
The autumnal hosts continue to fly, peering into windows, throwing roses to good people... never-ending story...