It was one of those October days when to breathe the air is like drinking wine, and every touch of the wind against one’s face is a caress ~ Sarah Orne Jewett Intr-una din noptile trecute m-a trezit ploaia. Asta dupa ce zilele trecute m-am lasat gadilata pe fata de burnita fina, iar ploaia usoara din timpul unei dupa-amiezi mi-a incretit parul abia coafat. Primul meu gand a fost: „pam-pam, sweater season!” In sfarsit, pot incepe sa port pulovere de casmir, esarfe tricotate oversized, cardiganurile pe care le tin deoparte