During my long, almost infinite journey, I have been to many places, and they have left a deep imprint on me, even though some of them cannot even be named...
The scorching light of midsummer ironed my forehead, and the drizzle of autumn in my eyes shivered a little under the description of the words, and then faded away on the yellowed page.
Even though I know it is bright.
Even though it was clearly bright.