Every time I experience a change of season, I am grateful that I have lived to see another transition, while wondering if the approaching season will be the last one I will ever experience.
I wrote this text on the 19th of September, 2025. The first sentence of this post I wrote while finishing my two-and-a-half-hour-long photo-walk (I took over 15k steps) while returning from my office job. Of course, I was also rucking. I returned to my home exhausted. Still, this fact did not prevent me from enjoying what I saw. Indeed, I literally saw a change of season. Most of the leaves are already lying on the ground (of course, it was not only because of the drought that occurred in summer 2025). The days are definitely getting shorter. The temperature was 16 degrees Celsius (61 degrees Fahrenheit), so I was not sweating as much while rucking as I was during the last few months.
When I noticed and realized all these things, I realized I was thrilled I was able to live the next Fall season.
I love contemplating the floating time. While writing this text, I was forty years old. My dream is to see and experience all the seasons for the next forty or even sixty years, because these moments fuel my personal growth and creative aspirations. Another one of my dreams is to be creatively productive during that time. I’ve been doing street photography for almost ten years, and I’ve been blogging for seven years. However, I still feel I haven’t communicated a fraction of my thoughts and insights. Of course, I know tomorrow I can wake up, go out, get hit by a car, and die within fractions of a second. Still, this possibility does not prevent me from dreaming of being artistically productive for the next few decades. Keep your fingers crossed, my Dear Friend.
