Turn of Seasons [Through My Lens Nr. 510]

Mersad Monday, November 24, 2025 throughmylens

There is a moment every year when autumn loosens its grip, just slightly, and winter steps forward with a quiet hello. Today in Mostar, that moment met me on my midday walk, a slow, reflective stroll through the city as it settled into its late-November mood. The sky hung low, washed in soft grey. And Mostar, always dramatic in its contrasts, was glowing with that layered beauty that only the cusp of seasons can create. The park greeted me first, a carpet of leaves laid out as though autumn herself had decided to sign her name on the ground. Amber, saffron, copper, pale yellow, every shade of the season scattered across the paths like confetti from a celebration that had quietly ended.

Trees stood in different stages of letting go: some fully bare and delicate against the cloudy sky, some still clinging to their last bright yellow leaves, and some deep green, evergreen guardians reminding us that not everything changes at once. People drifted slowly along the walkway, wrapped in coats and conversation. There was a peacefulness, as if the whole city had dropped into a gentler rhythm, aware that winter was near.

On the stone pavement, a mosaic of leaves stretched out before me. Each one was perfectly imperfect, curled, crisp, or freshly fallen, creating a textured blanket that rustled softly under my steps. The cracked tiles beneath peeked through. These small details, the kind we often step over without noticing, stole the spotlight today. Autumn has a way of making even the simplest corners feel meaningful.

Towards the end of my walk, I found a long corridor of plane trees arching over the path, their branches heavy with the last warm tones of the year. Above me, the leaves shimmered in green, gold, and bronze, while strings of winter lights stretched quietly between the branches, a subtle sign that the next season was already on its way. It felt like walking through a transition, one season exhaling as another took its first breath.

Today reminded me of something simple: beauty doesn’t disappear with change, it transforms. Mostar, in this in-between moment, wears two seasons at once: the softness of autumn and the calm anticipation of winter. And during my midday walk, I felt wrapped in both. Sometimes, all you need is a slow walk, a few photos, and the shifting colors of your own city to remember how alive every season truly is.

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