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Why was not the weather this nice over the weekend? oh well. I still managed to do some jogging - not that it would make a difference. and I slept rather well - but later about that.

Since I posted the last time, I've got a wonderful and totally unexpected gift of two paid month! Thank you, dear anonymous and sorry I didn't get to post it earlier! /hugs the world with you in it

The autumn is getting even more beautiful in the last days. I was jogging at the cemetery and there was no one but me and squirrels seen around, the rain drizzled, and leaves were falling... mmm, pretty. I wanted to grab a camera and return today to make pictures, but then decided that going to cemetery today is lame, and stayed home having dinner instead.

I think I am getting to love Toronto. I liked it well enough before, but walking around on Sunday (and wasting my fresh salary on pretty clothes from Nepal) and felt all warm and fuzzy about the city... I still love Moscow the most, of course, but this is not a zero-sum game. I can love a lot of places.

Getting more up-to-date with my TV watching - finally caught an episode of Heroes. Spent most of the time figuring who is who and what is going on. Same with Veronica Mars - I mean, I watched the first two seasons, so I know most of it, but the problems at hand are confusing. Still, it's shiny.

I also have watched Torchwood. I enjoyed watching it, and though I have some problems with it, and some questions, I am going to watch it more and think and - it's been awhile since I wanted to discuss a TV show. I like this feeling.

Finally, I wish a very happy birthday to musing_mia!

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.