

It's only now that I realize that fall is already here. π
The warm days are still gently warming and the leaves are lightly touched with gold, as if nature doesn't want to let go of summer. But the calendar hints - it's gone. And now, the last days are completely different: the rain is pounding on the window, the wind is howling, thinking everything over.... So I want to wrap myself in plaid and find some warmth. But even in the fall I find something special, something magical and beautiful. π
What's your favorite season of the year?