Melancholia, Romanticism, Autumn.

He walks through Central Park. 
Fall has started. 
The season of melancholia. 
His favorite season. 
He wonders and wanders. 

Why is melancholia so natural in me?
From all the feelings in the universe
This feels like me. 
My coffee is too warm.
I am wandering in Central Park
I never predicted this. 
NEVER. 

He stops for a second and takes a picture. 
A cold breeze hits him
He smiles and embrace it. 
People walks around him.

It is 5:00 pm
It's getting darker and colder.
The park and autumn at its best moment. 
Melancholia, Romanticism, Cycles ending.

A couple walks towards him. 
Two girls, embracing each other.
No talk.
Their hands together. 
She looks at her and stare at a squirrel running. 
She kisses her and keep walking.
No word. 
Just a connection. 

What does it feel?
He wonders. 

When it happened....will I know? 
How do you know?
What does it feel to feel that?
How do you know you are connected?

Questions, questions in his head. 
His coffee is getting cold. 
The wind blows harder.
The leafs fall and create magic. 
Nobody is around the pond. 

New York City and Autumn.
Magic surrounds this city in fall. 
But the park becomes surrounded by dark magic. 
A magic that will involved you and make you part of it. 

He keeps walking. 
He keeps questioning. 
He sits right in front of the Bethesda Fountain. 
And he is not longer his. 

He is now part of the melancholia, romanticism and the autumn.