Laura van Cutsem

Morning cold, a foggy blanket drifting towards me. Lots of students are headed towards their courses. I am going to the library. Cycling past the damped old buildings of Leuven while greedily absorbing their magnificence.

Passing by a market. Adorable little stalls filled with an abundance of fruit, vegetables and flowers.

I was so pumped to see a pumpkin stand, the number one indication that it is fall. All these other signs: orange and brown colours, my mittens, hot soup, cold morning air, the sound of heavy rain… they make me feel alive.