Green, golden, gone. A tree nods to the inevitable changing of the seasonal guard.
Fall was a hurried affair in Winterthur this year as the town lived up to its frosty name. The week before the temperature reached 27 degrees Celsius. A day later this……..
Thankfully there’s only a week or so to go until the shortest day and I don’t know about anyone else but I’m already craving some summer sun.