The 1st Of September was a special term in my childhood.It meant a "back to school" day when I was a child in Czechoslovakia. It symbolized the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, when the swallows would gather and fill the skies, while preparing for their long relocation to Africa.
Today, the first autumn month has begun. But today feels anything but autumn-like. The summer seems to have returned, even for just one day. And indeed, what a difference 24 hours can make.
Yesterday, for the first time in months, I had to turn on the head lights of my car while driving home from work. This always signifies the onset of the fall season, when the light is disappearing with an increasing speed. Each day, multitude of minutes are removed from our days and added to our nights.
I guess the weather Gods must have taken pity on us and decided to bestow upon us one last summer day. The sky is blue and clear, the air is warm and the sun is shining. Its rays are milder and coming from a lower angle then in the midst of June, but it is there.
And my mood was improved even more when I opened my mailbox and discovered a surprise surface mail.
A postcard.
A beautiful, hand written art by - and from - steviewren, my very talented blog-friend. I have seen numerous of her pictures and drawings on her blog, but let me tell you, it is nothing like seeing one in reality.
Her style is so very unique; I love the way she uses colours and how she captures the essence of the people she draws.Thank you so much 'Stevie' for taking the time to write to me and for the privilege of receiving a hand made card. In the modern world, when technology is moving forward with light speed and electronic correspondence has taken over the way we communicate, it feels unique to receive a handwritten mail.
Reading it is so much more personal and candid in every way.
