Simple. First day of September.
Feeling the Autumn coming slowly, it's closer and closer.
Darker and shorter days; days about millions cups of coffee and tea, days about hours on windowsill and reading.
Autumn is always this time of the year when I discover more and more. New music, new thing. Time, when I discover myself. Autumn is the only one season when I let myself to go into myself, "take walk" on my own memories and personality. It's perfect time for melancholy, some sadness and darkness.
Honestly, I love it. I can be sad without remorse I'm wasting time and energy for that.
Perfect.

Something new and old at the same time for today :

Röyksopp - What Else Is There?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4rZE_J1beA