*Apple breakfast under the birches

Apple breakfast under the birches – memories from August.

I'm back what feels like from the dead and forgotten ones.

We have been at the beautiful Croatian island Hvar for a while. Unfortunately Ronald got sick, so we left earlier and I got infected too only a few days later and have been tucked to bed again for over a week now with high fever and everything unpleasant that one can imagine. Today, when I stepped out of bed after another feverish night in the morning to open the window, I saw that the forest hills in the distance are covered with a thick, almost white blanket of fog and the birches show some yellow spots in their foliage suddenly. It's finally happening, autumn has started! I can not wait to feel like a human again, to be able to use my senses. I lost my sense of smell completely and it burdens me more than the additional loss of taste. I can fill my stomach anyway, but not being able to smell, feels like being taken away a whole dimension.

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