Ta čarobni krog This magic circle

To z letnimi časi; v vsakem tako uživam, diham z njim, a najmanj en vdih je vedno rezerviran za naslednjega, tako zelo se ga veselim, sploh ko zaslutim, da je pred vrati (zadnje dni sem zapazila zametke jeseni, ahhh!).
Nikoli pa ne pogrešam preteklega (iztekajočega se morda še, nostalgija pa to, taka sem), ne vem, morda zato, ker vem, da vedno spet pride naokrog, torej pot do njega pelje po tisti, daljši strani krožnice, spirale, na kateri je še polno vdihov …
 
There is something with these seasons; I enjoy each so much, I breathe with it, but at least one breath is reserved for the next one, this is how much I am looking forward to it, more so, if it is just around the corner (lately I noticed first signs of autumn, aaah!).
But I never miss the past season (maybe I'm a bit nostalgic about the one that is running out, that's the way I am), I don't know, maybe it is because I know it comes around again and again, so the way to it leads along the longer side of the circle, spiral, which is yet full of breaths …