Autumn morning
Autumn is blue. There is a blue sky, blue mud and a blue breeze. It is a quiet, clear and cold morning, the most charming moments in this elegant world. A blue tenderness gently surrounds you... ...
... ... Over there, a group of children are playing on the boat, holding up the pristine leaves like umbrellas; beautiful, broad and blue... ...
... .... The surroundings are imbued with a touch of fog, or silver gray, beige, or light cyan, light blue. Stroking oars, rustling like leaves upon the water body, you roll yourself into the middle of the stream. It is a luxuriating respite to listen to the sea tide. Sun on the cheeks, a gentle breeze, shaking off the coagulation of the tension in your face... ...
... ... The sunset has melted you like a bunch of ripe, purple grapes. Flocks of silver gulls linger around you. You are lost in this tranquility, in the gentle waves of the stream... ...