It’s autumn now.

[avrelia]

So true. Also, coincidentally, the first phrase I’ve ever learned in English.

It is my favorite time of the year. The air is crisp and cleat The light has this wonderful golden hue – maybe because sun is lower, maybe because it is reflected from the leaves. Everything looks incredibly beautiful, and the realization that this beauty is fleeting adds a tinge of joy and sorrow. Every day is different – more leaves changed their colour or fell down, the ground looks different, the flowers are living their last days. The words fail me, unfortunately to describe what is it that makes my heart full, that brings a lump in my throat, and what makes me longing to see Russian countryside – the land of a perfect autumn – and to write poetry.

This is the season when I love to pick things up – useful and not – mushrooms in the forest, horse chestnuts, and motley colored leaves.

I also have to mention that today is my favorite day of the autumn: my mother’s birthday and, well, mine, too. I love the fact that I was born – the alternative doesn’t attract me at all.