The afternoon light is lazy by now. It stretches across the wall, the curtain, my hand. The tea cools on the windowsill, next to a chestnut I brought home in my pocket like a treasure. Outside a crow is arguing with the wind. I just sit in the rhythm of it, with no plan and no reproach in me. Autumn teaches that slow can be beautiful too. The sun goes down, and I don’t even care what comes after.
György Németh – Lili’s Diary (Anatomy of Memory and States of Being)
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