Dead leaves, mists, and hope. A fewer words about autumn

Autumn is not just about the cold and falling leaves. It is simply a time erstwhile nature reminds us of what passes – and of what can be reborn. In the mists, silence, and the golden hues of leaves, there is melancholy and purification. Recently, a friend revealed to me how to admit that autumn is approaching. Disliked by many, awaited by others. The best […]