A big, full twelve months is about to bid us farewell. And what a year 2025 has been.
Looking back, the world felt louder than usual. New national leaders took office, Gen-Z-led protests filled the streets, and military attacks dominated the headlines far too often. In between, culture and history unfolded side by side: Anora won five Oscars, Taylor Swift got engaged, and we said goodbye to figures who once felt almost eternal, Pope Francis and Ozzy Osbourne among them. Science, meanwhile, moved forward quietly but steadily. The FDA approved its first cervical cancer test, and NASAâs Asteroid Terrestrial-impact Last Alert System detected Comet 3I/ATLAS, an interstellar object that may be the oldest known comet. So many events, so many shifts, all compressed into a single year.
It would be easy to call 2025 turbulent – and it was. But strangely, I donât look back on that turbulence with resentment. Quite the opposite. Somewhere between the noise, the uncertainty, and the constant sense of change, I found myself needing a place to pause, to process, and to put things into words. In an unexpected way, this very turbulence became my source of inspiration to start blogging.
During this turbulent year, in my personal life as well, I began translating the ideas sitting in my mind into words, simply to create space for the challenges still ahead.
At the beginning, I was deeply skeptical. I questioned whether my ideas would be worth reading, whether I should take up the time of people who might happen to stumble upon my thoughts, and many other doubts inevitably followed. But perhaps thanks to the age we live in, all it took was creating a quiet harmony between the keys of a keyboard and my ideas, as if I were a pianist giving life to notes. And somehow, that was enough.
Through this blog, I discovered the quiet joy of sharing my thoughts and feelings in their simplest form, even with people I may never meet. Those of you who chose to spend your valuable time with my reflections became an unexpected gift of 2025, a birthday present I did not know I was waiting for.
And I am so grateful for that! Thank you so much!
Artwork: Above the Clouds at Sunrise by Frederic Edwin Church
I started this blog in summer with the idea of ânew season, new blog.â Now, I leave one full season behind and welcome another one here. I feel so grateful.
Winds are getting breezier with each passing day. Water makes its presence more noticeable. In the fruit and vegetable aisles, colors have started to change. At coffee shops, I hear people saying more often: âWeâre not really in the mood for something cold anymore.â And yesâa jacket over a striped blouse finally feels like a good idea.
We left behind a long andâat least for meâvery impactful summer. Every season has its own personality, yet everyone has a favorite. For me, itâs the early days of autumn and the last week of December. You can feel the transition: from hot to cool, from dry to wet, from vivid to brownish shades, from fruity to cinnamon notes in the air. đ§„âïžđđ
Itâs incredible how quickly we adapt, even though only 24 hours separate the last day of August from the first day of September.
Four Trees by Egon Schiele
This summer was extremely hot, so now we know how precious it is to feel a little cold again. We had spring to prepare for summer, we had summer to prepare for whatâs next. And now, we embrace autumn to get ready forâand enjoyâthe winter.
I love this harmony: trees shedding their leaves, pavements turning darker after gentle rains, the aroma of hot coffee, picking my favorite socks to add comfort to my home, and of course, waiting for the many ways pumpkin will appear on the table.
White Soup Bowl by Anne Coster Vallayer
I am deeply thankful: thankful for witnessing another transition in nature, thankful for the goosebumps a breeze leaves on my skin, thankful for teary eyes caused by strong winds, thankful for damp hair from a soft rain.
Grateful for everything that makes me feel alive, human, and reminds me that I am also a biodegradable part of this whole ceremony.
And while I embrace this poetic rhythm of nature, I also enjoy the simple, practical ways the seasons linger in our daily life.
A side note: even though we leave summer behind, summer will live on in our fridges and jars. So, in a way, summer never truly ends. đȘ·
Still Life with Cherries, Strawberries, and Gooseberries by Louise Moillon
If you ever read thisâhow was your summer? How are the first weeks of autumn treating you? Share your favorite autumn ritual with me, Iâd love to hear it!
Header: The Seine and the Eiffel Tower in the Sunset by Henri Rousseau
As the sun starts to shine brighter and feel warmer, the winds hug us more gently, and clouds just pass by, I thought to myself: I should take notes from the rules of nature and share that shift ignited inside my mind.
Yes, this is a warm greeting to my real friends behind these cyber walls! I welcome you to my blog, as -hopefully- you welcome me to the world of blogging!Â
This is a new blog, a new platform where we are allowed to exist through our ideas. I assume it would be nice to share what lies beyond our flesh prisons.Â
It is also a new season â a perfect time to start to shake off and start something fresh.
I would like to take both you and me on a journey through my way of perceiving, the quiet thoughts of a translator, glimpses from my life -if you dare to witness yet another one among billions of online lives of course, hehe-, and anything and everything that can be blogged!
Donât worry, it will only take the time of a cup of coffee.Â
If this welcome has sparked even a bit of curiosity, letâs take this journey together.
Many more scrolls, many more thoughts, many more seasons to greet together.
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