Ah, autumn at the very moment you are breathing it in, you can feel the last laughter of summer and the deep green and sunny pathways. They are still there. Yes, just a few other colors - yellow, orange, red. And you look off to the hills and think you see a cold snowy winter about to think about sitting on your shoulders.
And yet, it doesn't, because it is autmm, everything is still intimation, nondirectional subtle possibilities.
Quickly you turn your head, because the hot sun is still somewhat warming. You actually can not wait for a less heated day. Winter is an idea, and a potential companion. You sit down on the park bench, feel the cold bench on your behind. Yes, winter is sending sweet little messages during this season of autumn.