Wild wind

Autumn is a strange season made of love and gold. It have always meant me a beginning. From years to years differently to others i've been falling in love with new people, new things, new cities, new kind of living... When brown leaves were falling to the ground lifeless sun was bringing me some special feeling, that everything has gone away and one more empty sheet is on my table to write...
Such a short season, a short time to feel fresh air in the lungs, the whole body... my mind. Just a few months to enjoy it.