And so it finished. Dark and cold as it started. Belgian kids will go back to school in a couple of days, traffic is becoming heavy again, we are already back to work. The pouring rain did not change, whether it is July, August or January.
Not many complain about the end of the year, great expectations colour the new beginning. Instead, a lot of whining about the end of summer, although September does bring a new beginning too.
I used to like September better than August: that sparkling air bearing the promise of a new start, the riddance of that sticky feeling of the impending end of season. And, after all, there were more things to do, more people to see, more plans - and even a new TV season - in September.
I do not watch TV any longer. Probably that is the problem.
And "I am never gonna leave you" is what we need to hear.
