Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Dead leaves in Paris (Isn't it great?)


'Isn't it great' number 2 ticked off the list, read my first post on this lovely little book here!

So much is said for Paris in the springtime, but personally I think I have a soft spot for Paris in the summertime.

Promenading around the cobbled streets wearing pretty little dresses becomes essential in the gorgeous summer heat and the golden sunsets look even more glorious when silhouetting the Eiffel Tower or the Arc de Triomphe! 


But with all this delicious heat there has to be consequences... In this case it's the dead leaves. Prematurely crisping and saying goodbye to their friends as they fall to the floor, it's all quite sad to think about.

But then you get to charge through them, kicking and crunching, gathering them all together only to boot them all apart again, and it's not so sad anymore. It sounds quite violent but they're already dead so I don't feel too mean...

The best thing about Autumn is the dead leaves, falling like confetti, all shades of rusty orange and decaying brown. So to have both the warmth and brightness of summer that makes you glow combined with this Autumnal wonder, what a treat.

And the leaves grow green and luscious and then fall brown and defeated each year, it's the reality of life. So you might as well take this sad reminder of time and consequence and use it to feel like a little kid again, with not a thought in the world, just a head full of multicoloured leaves.

Isn't it great?!


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