Leaves falling everywhere. Leaves of all colours, all shapes.
I miss that time of the year when you go and take a walk and everything seems to be just perfect. Perfect.
Every tree in his best state. Every naked branch, dancing with the wind. Every leaf flying, looking for a special spot in the street. A spot waiting just for her to sleep, at least for a while.
The wind and his special way to fly among the sky...
The smell of autumn...
The sky and the lovely clouds passing by...
My heart turns a bit sad everytime you leave, dear Autumn. And I can only hope for you to come back soon, and warm me up again.
