Autumn, my favorite season is here.
The air. The wind. The sunlight. The breeze with the scent of roasted green rice joined with lotus leaf. The beat of rice pounder early in the morning like it’s telling its life story to my ear when I’m half dreaming. The nostalgic feel that wakes the little girl in me who was running barefoot under the honey-like autumn’s light on the village’s dirt road covered in golden rice straws.
It’s also used to be my season of loneliness each night bathing in the silver shining of the Moon. It’s so Scorpio-ish.
Welcome back, my bewitched season.
Cốm – Green rice – always comes with Autumn