Autumn

I sit in my kitchen, eating my favourite biscuits, the ones shaped like halfmoons, looking outside the window, while the wind blows more and more of the almost gold looking leafes from the trees onto the wet streets.

As I sit there, eating the biscuits without even looking at them, because I am so hypnotized by the powerful wind, I wonder how many days and hours are still left till the weather gets so cold that the lakes freezes and the ice will be strong enough for people to carry them, while they try to do tricks they know from last year.
I love iceskating, I always did. As a child I did not want to become a princess, I wanted to fly over the ice, looking weightless and losing myself in the feeling of not only being alone on the ice, but being alone in the city, the country, even the world.
Suddenly there is this feeling overcoming be, it feels like there is a dark heavy cloud flying over me and I realize how long I have not felt this way.
I take my rollerskates, leave the biscuits on the table and run into the park, even while I am putting the skates on I feel the cloud getting lighter. I stand up close my eyes and twirl. I twirl for the People staring at me like I am crazy, I twirl as they turn into a cheering crowd in an arena. I twirl for all the time that passed scince I felt this free. I twirl till the cloud is gone and I am alone, not only on the ice but in the world.