just like autumn

Slowly the two street singers move along the market stalls at the Autumn fair, bringing a variety of familiar songs. Their guitars and gypsy clothes make them stand out in the crowd. The combination of her clear voice and his bass works surprisingly well.
When the tune of Pippi Longstocking is set in, I am taken back to my childhood instantly. I see a playful and unpredictable girl, colourful, happy, never a boring day.
Just like the singers. Just like Autumn.


October afternoon
a letter from school
addressed to her parents

morning traffic

The headlights arrive in my rear-view mirror fast. Before I know it a black family car swerves past me, seconds before an oncoming bus. I get a glimpse of one of the passengers; bored eyes above a crimson sweatshirt.


grey room
the cold light
of morning