Hakan KOCAMAN

The trees were waiting for autumn, to be reborn just like a phoenix. After the passing summer, by shedding their leaves they were announcing that the herald of spring is autumn. Even though a long and harsh winter lay in between, in the hope of migrating from one spring to the next, after a whole summer, drawing strength from the last hard sunrays of the season, they let fall to the ground everything they had, as if shaking themselves off. It was as if they made people witness the renewal of nature and the completion of this cycle, and made them live through this mourning too.

In most stories, it was spring that made hopes bloom, made us smile and warmed our hearts. But there was an arduous road to reaching spring. On this road, one often walked alongside perhaps a hot summer, perhaps a harsh, windy autumn and perhaps a cold winter. Yet the distance covered on this walk was mostly not towards distant horizons, but towards the boundless sky. With the distance covered between each spring and autumn, the experience gained and the weariness brought by the point reached, it was now time for the leaves to fall and to prepare for a new marathon throughout the winter. Because reaching spring a second time meant having finally left this arduous road behind.

Hakan KOCAMAN
09.11.2019
Poyrazlar – Adapazarı /SAKARYA