After dinner I went for a walk in the nearby forests. Autumn is approaching fast, foliage is starting to get a bit of color here and there. I ate a couple of blueberries, but they don't taste much anything any more. And I don't have much interest in mushrooms these days.
There is a pile of things to do at work, of the type "ready by tomorrow". Maybe things even out during the next few weeks. When people return to work after summer vacations there tends to be a rush to get things done.
(Posting title is from the poem Day in Autumn by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Mary Kinzie.)