October [Theme]

April is rich in water, and October is rich in beer.

Are you ready? I think I'm ready...

Unwittingly, I secretly looked into my childhood!

The quivering heart of the universe is beating.

The reddish moon finally breaks through the mud on the east side of the Dome and bathes everything in bloody light. It's the end of October, and in Chester's Mill October is the most heartless month, mixing memory with desire. There are no flowers on this dead earth. No flowers, no trees, no grass. The moon looks at utter devastation, because there is practically nothing else to look at.

And the solemn silence of the November days is like a pause taken by nature before the onset of bright and festive December. And it seems that someone kind and wise allows us to stop and enjoy life itself, without rushing it to the usual tomorrow ...

October. Leaves fall at your feet, and the whole sky is in terry clouds. You turn up the collar of your thin coat and hurry to where it smells of pear tart, cocoa and freshly brewed jam. Home.

October is like an aftertaste after a good wine... Summer is long over, but the weather is pampering, the sun is warming, and nature is driving you crazy with its beauty. The city was transformed, the boring streets were suddenly covered with a yellow carpet, the trees changed color, releasing multi-colored gray hair among the foliage, the air smelled of something special, and the heart was filled with some kind of quiet romance - the desire to pour a glass of wine, light candles and dance to your favorite quiet melody. ..

I love autumn for its comfort. By themselves, there are huge, almost masculine, sweaters in the closet, long scarves to accompany and warm us on walks. Chestnuts, fallen leaves for the new herbarium and other autumn joys scatter in the pockets. October quietly follows us with felt steps, knocking drops of silver rain on the windows, pulling the wind out of her hat hair. And the house is warm and somehow very calm in the soul ...

Everyone has their own autumn. Mine, kissing the leaves tired of summer, walks somewhere else in the mountains. Unhurried October and at the same time so busy. There is coolness and wise thoughts in the air. And in the eyes there is already a slightly different shade, not the same light blue, but slightly gray, with gilding. With a slight sadness, with a smile on his lips. And even if you feel a little dreary in autumn, you love this melancholy in your own way. You feel comfortable with her because it won't be long before the first white duvets on earth. And you stand and look at the long silver stripes of rain on the window, warming yourself in the arms of a warm vanilla-colored sweater, like a scoop of ice cream for a pie, put the kettle on the fire, and its noise brings you back to reality. Brew fragrant tea, read “Five quarters of an orange”, wrap yourself in a cloud of your favorite perfume and walk endlessly, soaking up the subtle beauty of nature, and in the evening, wrapped in a blanket, with a cup of hot chocolate and homemade cookies, watch your favorite cozy movies. Delicious autumn. Soulful. How I missed her!

Thank you sincerely.

Because it's October again and perfume apples, cookies, a blanket and comfort, and so, day after day, our year is beautifully spun by someone there, from above.

hope, faith and love.

- Well, yes. But even if we succeeded, you would still not find spring: May week begins in mid-June.