One morning the first week of October, waiting for pending work inside story window of a cafe for the first time to. Sunny harmony, wind whispering outside the theater, in a flickering shadow on the table, on paper, and on the short story by Marc Levy bad read. Looking at each of the top students in role playing Red Riding Hood, hear the bells from a nearby church distant prospect, every gaze aimlessly, like-minded stupor thinking much, but not dwelled little public. Self realized a long period of time before you actually disengaged, no longer worry much about anything.

Round one month stepped into a new environment, new job, friends, new colleagues. Do things, see things that had not previously been included in the books. There are field trips to the dawn, times when disengaged, gently drop your saddle on the machine, is to look at the clear sky, stargazing with the first month, and the Autumn breeze nudges the roadside restaurant nacre leaves rustle poured down like rain. I love the yellow night lights hide behind foliage at night, lonely, quiet. Loving young couple took the bike together ample roadside. Love those first rains, cool, Martha agreed. Like being looked up to gaze at the towering crane high, shining on the buildings. Like to hear but the top hunters around here, all night long, working together straw forget the time and anxiety, chaos momentarily. I love this city, of this season as a natural, deep penetration in every breath.