When it whinter comes closer and the sun hides longer and longer beyond the horizon, I tend to get gloomy. Anyway, until snow comes and everything is bright and white.
But still, autumn is one of my favourite times of the year. What is greater then a real windy storm in autumn? When the dry leaves are whirling through the streets, no umbrella survives longer than a minute and you get a glimps of the strength of nature..
Thats when I enjoy roaming through the town most. Everyone around me is hurrying to get out of the storm, wind blasts are tucking at my coat, I feel the wind in my hair.. Then, for some moments, there will just be me, the feeling of the wind- ...and an untameable joy at being alive.