Until recently, I thought that autumn is the season of melancholy, of sadness, the time when one says goodbye to everything, to life, because only in the summer does one live, in general. He says goodbye to everything he did during the summer, living. But it is not so. It's not autumn. Well, it's summer itself. And the end of summer. The end of summer is the most melancholy time. You know it's coming to an end, autumn is just around the corner, peeking out in its cold, beautiful mantle. And sadness overwhelms you. At the end of summer.
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 | Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you. |
