The weather has changed so abruptly; the rain pats on my windowsills all day, both at work and at home, where I keep it away from myself by lighting rum and lime-scented candle and drinking hot tea with honey.
Me and the cats, all four of us, sleep together on my bed, a purring snuffling pile on top and under the woollen plaid.
A week ago, however, things were very different - blazing and festive, with layers and layers of golden ruffled leaves streaming down from the branches of maples, and birches, and linden trees.
This shot makes me think of a tiny miniature model of a world - the moss like faraway pine forsets under the fantastic golden skies.
Glorious gold was mixed with royal crimson, and all that - on the brightest azure background.
We walked to the river, lazy dense water, like molten metal, carrying the leaves into the sea.
Under our feet, the fallen leaves, brownish, some dry, some damp and rotting, smelled deliciously.
...And only the pines remained unaltered, perfectly green.
Have a cosy autumn, everyone
Lecte ;)
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