It is cold. I don't like that, although I know that I must not be ungrateful for the indian summer that had mercy on us so generously.

But the skin on my hands already broke and my every day rituals of coating them with many oils and creams don't help. It still rebels and aspires for the warmth. My air conditioner is always on 30 plus degrees, with no exeptions, my thermo-socks are always on my feet, and at night, I already sleep in the special gloves that moisturise the skin and allow the thick layer of the cream to absorbs better.

Today, a schock! I realized that I got rid of all my sweaters at the beginning of the summer. What was I thinking?! I guess that the crazy optimism made me neglect the fact that the seasons still change. Either that or there wasn't enough space in the closet for my summer clothing. I definitely don't like the winter. How long it will take for me to adjust, I just don't know... Even the morning jogging on Marjan couldn't raise my body temperature. Not one drop of sweat. Just red cheeks and the sad cognition that the tights underneath my sport pants bother me terribly. And it will be like that for a long time.

I wonder what it would be like to hibernate? Would I be sorry for the time that I missed or would the hedonistic side of me ignore those few months of hibernation?

Still, the bora brought something good. The trainings. The new beggining, the new challenges, the fight with the last season Blanka, with her results, carefully noted on the worn papers of the named trainings.

I started full of enthusiasm, new and rested, after the four weeks of the active vacation. I cannot remember that my head was ever so clear for the winter preparations. Maybe I still fly from the recent succeses, which I keep alive with the thought or two somewhere in the middle of the day. But the most important thing is that I have found the empty space for the progress.

I feel that I can give more, the hunger for the better is still in me. I am delighted for that, because the season was long and filled with emotions. But there are no bad consequences. Everything took place gradually, from the quiet opening, through the culmination in Berlin, till the rapturous ending in Zagreb and Thessaloniki. Just right...

And I continue in the same direction, richer for one more experience of the hot summer season.

Priceless.

So, gradually, I forgave to the coldness that poped in so sudden on the door (I hate unannounced guests). We can't always have everything. Or?