Autumn has the peculiarity of blowing that memory that flows through the excited senses. Then, smells and colors become protagonists of the novel of life, treasures that we hide in our memory.
Indeed, there is a particular vividness of Autumn, greater than just the physical vibrance of the changing leaves, something energetic that awakens stirrings from the past. I always seem to go a little insane in the summer, and come back to my senses somehow in the Fall, haha!
¡Ja,ja,ja... qué gracioso! Evidencia cuán importante es conocernos y saber qué teclas tocamos, según nuestro universo necesario.