Walks scented with the last autumn leaves, greeting the frozen moisture

Walks are becoming scented with the last kind of an autumn -like leaves and we may feel like the memory of a playful child who runs into the carpet of foliage, shuffling their feet on its slippery surface, at the same time the feeling of being devoted to nature in this moment of change draws us into another world, even if only for a moment, distracting us from the more pressing reality,

The orange, yellow, and brown colors slowly disappear from the leaves of the trees, or perhaps rather, together with the whole flora, they fall like a carpet and blend into a more gloomy picture, still bringing the resonant vibrations of already dry leafage.

The birds are getting quieter, and all the animals are slowing down, gathering food for the winter. It is time to chillax and gather energy for spring.

We feel that the air is getting colder, is already filled with a different kind of molecules, and, gently like a drizzling rain, envelops our face, giving rise to the first signs of frozen moisture, which vibrations seek a sticky and less slippery surface, the carpet of leaves no longer exists, and there is nowhere to hold on to. Sometimes, just for fun, you slide across and land on the hardest ice, which not only makes a loud crack as you fall on your backside, but you also get a few frosty bruises to remember forever the first sound of a frost

The weather is no longer autumnal, mild, and warmed by the sun. Between deep, engraved memories and reality, a cold winter reigns, approaching gradually, step by step, clearly opening up and passing, rolling in with white snow, and we enter a whole new realm of being conditioned by a harsher winter that so beautifully envelops the world in its whiteness, which transforms into diamond frost.

The transition from autumn energy to this more reflective state is like turning into a turtle, quiet and calm deep down inside. The days are getting shorter, darker, and more atmospheric, and the sky is getting grayer and dim, but how deep and beautiful it is, from the stars to the moon that are shaping and reflecting a new kind of shift into the life and season, evening walks become a completely different time of being

Frost is not pleasant, but it stimulates the imagination to come up with new ideas for winter.

It evokes glassy surfaces sculpted into various shapes, as if compensating for the sculpture of every natural structure it encounters, transforming Christmas trees into sun-filled icicles falling, shimmering like transparent mirrors full of light during the day and new mysteries at night.

Frost meticulously polishes and paints cars and house windows delicately and subtly, giving them a new look every day.

Alarming, I am here, let's play!

Welcoming the freezing days