I need to write down my observations. Even the tiniest ones; they're the most important.
Tove JanssonIt is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.
Tove JanssonHe was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck.
Tove Jansson