Europe turned the clock to wintertime this weekend and it changes everything.
At seven pm it's dark outside. All of a sudden.
As though winter had already arrived. Without giving notice.
Only during the day do I notice it's still autumn. Nights are getting colder. If I may say so, living in the South of France.
But daytime brings light. Golden light that floods everything and seems to live inside everything it touches, making things glow.
Even fruit flies. Because even if I have to end this post on a lesser romantic note: We were infested. It's the wine and the very end of harvest season. It's normal, and sometimes it's even pretty, but mostly it's a pest.
Nota bene: Even pests can be pretty. Which makes me think of siblings. Whom I'll be seeing pretty soon.