I have to admit that I am pretty surprised by the turn of events. Or the lack there of. Almost every autumn I tend to become intensely creative and curious. I get ambitious and want to explore the world, I take the car and drive away for an entire day just to look at the amazing colours in the nature and perhaps take a picture or several of it, or just draw them. I start crafting, I read and the air is generally full of balls. But now, the past few weeks. There has been nothing. No desire to do anything, to build up anything. No desire to learn or experience. It’s all just empty, it’s grey and it’s bleak. In other words, I’m depressed.