Early Autumn (outfit post)/ Rana jesen (odjevna kombinacija)

 Rana jesen. Puna topline, plodna kao život...dani su  joj zaigrani i nestašni kao sunce koje se probija kroz krošnje, sretni i svježi, kao sunčan dan u planini. Rana jesen...puna je života i topline...Kada sunce ugrije čini se da je još ljeto, samo kad vjetar zapuše osjećamo novu svježinu u zraku koja miriše na promjene. Hladnoća se približava, ali prilazi polaganim koracima kao dobro uvježbani plesač. Novo doba, novi mirisi, stare uspomene, promjenjive i nepovezane...miris jutra u Slavoniji, šutljiva ravnica...žito koje šapće. Možda je sada i napukla neka grana prepuna šljiva kao nekad. Kolodvor u Ljubljani, vrapci koji skaču po stolu i skupljaju komadiće doručka. Ovdje se ptice ne boje, netko mi kaže. Davne uspomene, ali doista vrijeme je teško odredivo, omeđivo, možda i nije tako linearno kao što nam se čini... nekad se jedna  noć na Kantridi čini kao jučer, jedna topla noć kada su svjetla u noći bljeskala jače, a budućnost se činila  tako daleka i neodređena, kao što se može činiti samo djetetu koje ne može zamisliti  odrastanje...ipak što je određeno? Što je poznato? Riječi se odmiču i prilaze kao mačići, neodlučne, ali željne pokušati. Kamenje pod nogama u predvečerje koje prelazi u smiraj dana, osjećaj lagane težine u kostima kako se noć približava. Iz zemlje još isparava toplina. Rana jesen. Puna topline, plodna kao život...dani su  joj zaigrani i nestašni kao sunce koje se probija kroz krošnje, sretni i svježi, kao sunčan dan u planini. 

Early autumn. Full of life, as fertile as life itself. Its days are playful and restless as the sun rays that find its way trough trees, as happy and fresh as sunny day in a mountain. Early autumn...full of life and warmth. When the sun is shining you could almost believe it is still summer. It is only when the wind blows that we feel the freshness in the air. The cold is coming but its steps are measured and slow, like those of a professional dancer. New season, new smells, old memories that seem changeable and random...the smell of morning in Slavonia, the silent plaid...the whispering grain...Maybe there is a branch full of plums that is about to crack any time now? The train station in Ljubljana...sparrows jumping and eating remains of our breakfast...birds are not afraid here, someone tells me...Old memories, but time is hard to pin down, to determine, to put in a box, perhaps it is not as linear as we wish it to be. Sometimes one night at Kantrida seems like yesterday, a warm night when the lights in the night shone brighter than before and the future seemed so far away and undetermined...as it can only seem when you're a child not being able to imagine growing up....undetermined, unfamiliar...and yet what is determined? what is known? The words shy away and approach slowly, like kittens, indecisive but determined to try. The stones under my feet in the sunset, the feeling of body becoming slowly heavier as the night approaches. The heat is still present in the earth, warm autumn day is still breading in there. Early autumn. Full of life, as fertile as life itself. Its days are playful and restless as the sun rays that find its way trough trees, as happy and fresh as a sunny day in a mountain.