Blog Post: 9. SEPTEMBER MUSINGS

From Our Blog · Sep 25, 2024

New blog post by Eva Ulian – discussions in this thread, please
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When, after the August sun, the first rains fall there’s something nostalgically magical that lures you outside or look through a window in silence and be embedded with the atmosphere.
You feel the moments of childhood crowding around you:
when the first days of school were mingled with the anticipation of falling leaves;
when learning and the smell of books was solace and comfort;
when sparrows and thrushes sought refuge on your window sill;
but most of all,
when the sound of Christmas bells echoed from a far and distant memory.

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By @Eva Ulian
Get the discussion going – post your thoughts & comments in the thread below…

Claire G · Sep 26, 2024

This is wonderful! Thank you for sharing xx

Eva Ulian · Sep 26, 2024

Claire G said:
This is wonderful! Thank you for sharing xx

So kind Claire. :heart:

Mel L · Sep 27, 2024

Beautifully evocative, Eva!

Eva Ulian · Sep 28, 2024

Mel L said:
Beautifully evocative, Eva!

Thank you, so much Mel. :heart:

Blog Post: 9. SEPTEMBER MUSINGS

From Our Blog

When, after the August sun, the first rains fall there’s something nostalgically magical that lures you outside or look through a window in silence and be embedded with the atmosphere.

You feel the moments of childhood crowding around you:

when the first days of school were mingled with the anticipation of falling leaves;

when learning and the smell of books was solace and comfort;

when sparrows and thrushes sought refuge on your window sill;

but most of all,

when the sound of Christmas bells echoed from a far and distant memory.

Claire G

Eva Ulian

Mel L

Eva Ulian

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Blog Post: 9. SEPTEMBER MUSINGS

From Our Blog

When, after the August sun, the first rains fall there’s something nostalgically magical that lures you outside or look through a window in silence and be embedded with the atmosphere.​

You feel the moments of childhood crowding around you:​

when the first days of school were mingled with the anticipation of falling leaves;​

when learning and the smell of books was solace and comfort;​

when sparrows and thrushes sought refuge on your window sill;​

but most of all,​

when the sound of Christmas bells echoed from a far and distant memory.​

Claire G

Eva Ulian

Mel L

Eva Ulian

Café Life Tag Cloud

Similar threads

When, after the August sun, the first rains fall there’s something nostalgically magical that lures you outside or look through a window in silence and be embedded with the atmosphere.

You feel the moments of childhood crowding around you:

when the first days of school were mingled with the anticipation of falling leaves;

when learning and the smell of books was solace and comfort;

when sparrows and thrushes sought refuge on your window sill;

but most of all,

when the sound of Christmas bells echoed from a far and distant memory.