A grey blanket hangs above.
Autumn’s leaves have fallen, exposing the bare trees.
Days are dark, dreary and cold.
Constant drizzle, rain and the first snow flakes fall.
Passengers wait for trains, their hands jammed into pockets.
Living in Germany, which I assume would be similar to living in other European countries, means experiencing the changes in season. Along with distinct patterns in weather throughout the year, one sees nature and natural life move through its annual life cycle. Growing up in Australia, and in Sydney in particular, this was a little different. Summers are harsh, winters are mild, rain can occur at any time and one always needs a backup plan because basically anything goes (from what I hear, this week hasn’t been too pleasant at all). Sydney sees its autumn beauty but changes are just a little less obvious overall, which makes me notice my surroundings here even more.