Abigail Bosphorus Blue
last week
Last week my love and I were on our way to botanical garden. But the traffic was dreadful, and since we couldn’t change the traffic we changed our route: outside the city…up to the mountains. And then down to a lake.
There was a summerish autumn in İstanbul. As we started climbing, the temperature started declining. When we reached the top, there was 15 degrees difference... and chilly yet most refreshing air…reviving us.
Most of the mountain trees had worn their autumn clothes, though some of them were still green. The trees in the city were still green back then.
Things had changed in the last week: the trees of the city started to wear their autumn clothes, too. The weeds and grass got green and greener because of soft rain and sunshine following each other, yet the trees tell me it is autumn!
last week
Last week my love and I were on our way to botanical garden. But the traffic was dreadful, and since we couldn’t change the traffic we changed our route: outside the city…up to the mountains. And then down to a lake.
There was a summerish autumn in İstanbul. As we started climbing, the temperature started declining. When we reached the top, there was 15 degrees difference... and chilly yet most refreshing air…reviving us.
Most of the mountain trees had worn their autumn clothes, though some of them were still green. The trees in the city were still green back then.
Things had changed in the last week: the trees of the city started to wear their autumn clothes, too. The weeds and grass got green and greener because of soft rain and sunshine following each other, yet the trees tell me it is autumn!