"Early one morning in Moominvalley Snufkin woke up in his tent with the feeling that autumn had come and that it was time to break camp. Breaking camp in this way comes with a hop, skip and a jump! All of a sudden everything is different, and if you’re going to move on you’re careful to make use of every single minute, you pull up your tent pegs and douse the fire quickly before anyone can stop you or start asking questions, you start running, pulling on your rucksack as you go, and finally you’re on your way and suddenly quite calm, like a solitary tree with every single leaf completely still. Your campsite is an empty rectangle of bleached grass. Later in the morning your friends wake up and say: he’s gone away, autumn’s coming."
Tamara just sent me this excerpt from tove jansson's book "Moominvalley in November" and i liked it very much.