Autumn, autumn... Maybe not only on Earth, but maybe in many worlds. And everywhere - gold and copper. You can even taste the rust in your mouth. And the smell of apples - you can feel the pleasant sourness, and fading green - you can feel a slight surprise, though you have seen it a million times already. And the fading blue in the sky - you can feel the sadness that blue is changed by gray...
You watch how the light goes away, but don't be too scared - watch how it licks the cat's autumn fur, and it starts to shine - the light remains in us. And the longing... maybe for something that maybe does not exist on Earth is getting stronger.
Autumn teaches us humility and loss, but it also teaches us courage. Autumn teaches us to let go. Everything passes. And time, really, doesn't change anything.
It is impossible to resist a walk through that golden autumn. You walk and admire... Autumn sheds leaves from the trees and wet leaves sprinkled the road. That golden beauty is about to turn to fading gray. In autumn, both nature and people slow down. The paths in the park where I walk are strewn with leaves. Church bells rang in the distance. Complete peace.
For me, fall is about coming back: pace, work, friends, dates. Knowing how busy autumn is for my friends, I still try to seduce them with at least one date. Longer or shorter, but always deeply thought out and felt out. Because when I get home, I miss everyone, I'm waiting, I am getting ready. This fall is no exception. Even now, when I am walking, I am planning who to invite for the weekend.
Those last golden warm soft days, crocheted by spiders... That velvety October, yellow-red fire of leaves, merging with green. Life always starts over if you want it to. But is it worth wanting? Because that old, worn-out life, like a sock that has been washed and thrown into the corner of the closet, is more valuable. You would not trade it for another.
At one time, it seemed that I was writing a draft and that there was only some kind of rehearsal of real life. Someday the time will come, the curtain will rise, and something else, something special, will begin. But then it turned out that there were no drafts, and that all the mistakes remain, although you tear out the pages. Stupidity, cowardice, pettiness, and ugliness remain. You still know it was.
And let it be. There is no perfect life. There is no perfect autumn. There are moments when something good, maybe invisible or maybe physically tangible, sticks close, and autumn purrs like a cat on a tiled roof that is no longer warm. Pick the day, pick the evening, pick the fall... And let the wind blow the October flags.
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With love, @madeirane
Photo is taken by me.
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What a beautiful post!! Not only for the photographs, in them you caught the essence of autumn with its striking and ephemeral colours. Above all, I love the words that accompany them. They are pure poetry! Your reflection brings me peace and serenity along with a message of hope. Life, our life, is a continuous change although it always seems the same. How important is that of letting go...
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WOw love hte gorgeous warm fall colors so beautiful
Thanks for joining the Wednesday walk
Have a great day
Delightfully atmospheric photos with beautiful colors.
Wow what a great collection of fall pictures you got on this walk.
nice post
!BBH
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