What a perfect time
Late Summer Breeze floating the surrounding
A whisper of summer warmth, of joy, of carelessness
Drinks with friends til late at night – a mild and colorful high
Dark moments remain forgotten
All those 5k runs feel like flying in blazing haze

Ever so slightly the days start to shorten
The returning breath of darkness makes you shiver
Sometimes the shiver seems to creep into you
Waking up unpleasant and dark memories
Memories you though were gone for good
Memories which feel vague and yet quite real

Memories of never-ending darkness
Memories of trails too faint to follow in front of blurry eyes
Memories of the wet and the cold and the shivering
Memories of good friends quitting while you couldn’t help
Memories of overwhelming hopelessness
Memories of endless hours of mere stumbling
Memories of pale faces on wet stones
Memories of trees which turn into shelter and back to trees with you approaching
Memories of unconscious brave individual wandering around without orientation
Memories of longing for pain to stay awake
Memories of pain and yet falling asleep while walking
Memories of flashing green and blue LEDs on one of your shoulder

The undoable task to set the mind up once more is ahead
No hope, no glory phrases, no strong emotion will survive the misery
Those returning from out there may have their secret reasons
Unspoken forces which made them tolerate the task

Less than 6 months.