October [Theme] Page 1

- This barometer always shows "clearly". Rarely does anyone come to Dargate at such a time. October, November - in our region dead season.
- That's good: quiet. [a group of motorcyclists enters the roar frame]

I believe that a birthday is an atypical day or as they call the anniversary of a person's birth. Celebrate according to the criteria of an ordinary home holiday. However, in my opinion, every year we climb the stage of life, I do not consider this a reason to give a gift, an occasion
fun, a cause of condolence, just a reason for longing. However, you can observe what is happening on your birthday, people unexpectedly remember the existence of you, turn to you, kind to you. Where does this kindness flow through the blood? It's like a series for a flyby. I decided to take the initiative,
broke all SIM cards, blocked.
Social networks, so to speak, separated and stood out. Only a few remembered me, someone on the calendar, someone remembered forever. I'm happy with the result.
October, December, January forever.

Kaiserwald - the cursed forest, which bypassed all reasonable people. Why am I not surprised that for a holiday wizards will find the most unpleasant of all places? This is the best choice to spend the night having fun all the evil spirits.

Piercingly cold day in late October. In those days, before you finally realize that with summer it's time to say goodbye.

October old October melancholic, tender, loving and sad, and I know that sooner or later he will make up a perfect bouquet of love...

In October, autumn is gaining momentum,
More and more giving place to the Nov.
Leaves of gold covered all the roads
Well, the key to my heart phrase: "I love you".

From Windows and cellars, with scanty space and parks, with tree crowns and the sky full of sponges of clouds, from the cat's eye and out of women's purses, from the exhaust pipes of cars, with store price tags still charred and noses of gardeners everywhere, yellow carrot rubbing his hands, looked very young, recently born October.

The night was already long and heavy as insomnia. Dawn was more and more slow, everything was late and reluctantly oozed in dirty window...

October, night, nose cold,
I was so good today!
Ice dancing I like Jackson
After checking all my reflexes.

Who said autumn can't be the ocean
Flow like tea in the cold, and soak in the girls ' blood?
Yes, cursed you, but now I won't.
You, October, I changed and changed again.

And the last piece will breathe ice Oct.
Silence will always splash in my chest.
I will rise like the one mentioned in vain Lazarus,
Because it's time for my life to go forward.

October turned out to be amazing. The cool air was a sharp bitterness, felt the aroma of the dry leaves. The streets are quiet and surely as a cat, it was the fall. The sky was a high, clear blue. However, the sun every day cooled more and more, and the city gradually reconciled to the inevitable approach of cold weather.

It was a normal October morning: blue sky ran fluffy clouds, smelled of rotting pine needles, damp earth and morning freshness.
In the Park, in an old stone fountain, in clear cold water swimming boats yellow leaves. On the ground through multi-colored rug was made green grass. With my every breath, a yellow leaf came off the branch and slowly whirled down to the earth. On old trunks of trees were gilded smoky sunlight, but deep in the folds of the bark remained a shadow. It was quiet, only heard the timid singing of birds.
Sometimes little birds sat on a stone path of the Park. I stood there afraid to breathe, afraid to startle the leaves, the sun's rays through the crown, to scare off the silence.
The sky, the trees, the air was pervaded by a dim light, it was so fascinating and peaceful that I wanted to be this quiet in the fall. It was a drop of sadness, but in her peaceful withering was his triumph. The triumph of the last of the sleeping beauty of nature.

October - is not synonymous with the withering,
Come back to life summer flowers
And, contrary to the usual predictions
Bloom as a symbol of eternal beauty.
Let your life, like this autumn,
All surprised by its brightness,
And may one day your granddaughter will ask
What eternal youth your secret.