Sitting on the bench, I watch the leaves falling from the trees. The park is quiet, there are no more children playing around. The Summer is finished now and the children are back at school. There is a new atmosfhere in the air, I can smell the smoke coming from the chimney's houses where the fires are working to make the houses warmer. It is the season of Autumm.
I feel the cold on my face and the wind blowing my hair as well as the coloured leaves dancing on the ground, following the wind's rythim, making gracious movements, like little ballerinas moving round and round.
The path, once green, is now almost covered with bright golden hazel leaves, some are bronze and some even red ruby giving the appearence of a hand made carpet sewed piece by piece.
The bright blue sky makes the view even nicer as the mix of the colours paints a picture in front of me. Altough the sun shine, it is not warm, I feel my hands and my face cold. I believe that Autumm prepare all of us for the winter time, not only the human beings but also the animals and in few weeks time this park and this same picture will be no more hazel, brown or gold but plain white, covered with crystal snow.
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