I wonder why we always feel sad when something ends? Maybe because we are afraid of the emptiness that remains after happiness. Or maybe because summer is a small illusion of freedom: long evenings, warm air, the smell of the sea or grass, smiles of random people... And then it leaves, quietly and imperceptibly, leaving a sweet bitterness of memories on the lips. 🍂

But I decided not to regret it. I take with me laughter, bright colors, sun on my skin and the lightness that was only available in summer. And let autumn bring new smells, new meetings and new discoveries - I'm ready.

Summer is leaving, but it's not the end. It's just another reason to learn to appreciate every moment while it's here. 🌅

Iria