Disorder

I think I finally realized the end of summer after those two past days. Summer 2011 sold dream, fantasy, inspiration, warmth, self-consciousness, optimism... At first contact with the rain, I felt mustard up my nose. I like change, but to the extent possible, do not switch off the lights. I now understand the expression "Everything goes with the summer" (An expression that I have just got off of my mind, actually the right one is Everything goes with time) from the other loved one (Thanks to Leo Ferré) to inspiration which made me write and fill in my posts (After three papers written this week, I don't feel able to post any of them, ideas' disorder and poor writing).
Anyway, rain is useful, aesthetically too I mean.