September nights

This glimpse of late summer is bringing chilly nights. I try hard to find wool pulls forgotten and hidden in those hot and humid summer days in some of my armoires. But you know, you never remember where you've put them, shoved somewhere, too desperate to see then again.

And outside it starts to be cold and it's deep because it's its first appearance and the sensation is even worse. You feel it in your bones. We try to keep us warm with huge tea cups...in the almost foggy night...

In the farm we stay up 'til late, there's always something to do, always something happens any time...if there's a hitch and a machine has broken or some equipments don't work and as a consequence we consume our meals late in the night.

The house walls seem thicker than they actually are...and cold...we even prefer to stay out...all together...and then...

Another day comes...it's already time to wake up...and it's a sunny day, and it's warm even if our awakening was in the middle of a dew field, after a cool september long night.