#58 Monifaktur – Autumn
- Words
- Monja Gentschow
It’s the time of the year when the days get shorter, the trees turn red, and we drink tea instead of lemonade. It’s the time of the year when you notice that you don’t have a proper rainjacket, the cheap umbrellas at the drug store are sold out, and when the cyclist become moody.
+ Read MoreIt’s the time of the year when the ‘Tatort’ summer break is over and when the cinema finally screens good movies again. It’s that time of the year when I become poetic.
A poem about autumn:
»Fall.«
»That’s not rain. It’s liquid sunshine.«
A fallen watercolour glass.
So long! Monja
