Kristine Lindenpitz

The past trend of thought

Autumn quietly came, and will quietly away. The past trend of thought, still rippling in the autumn when the scenery, the passing of the hot summer, the scorching sun has gone away, in the blink of an eye, the sun from a man of blood, into a warm eyes of the amiable old man, tolerant and benevolent looking down at everything in front of him.