mmm, autumn... yea, He has come. early morning's fogs are paradise for the kitty's eyes... kitty's eyes are filled with golden dust... I could not imagine the better fall morning, exactly like this. Golden tea in the mug, fluffy red blanket around my shoulders, rising fogs up in the trees, reddish apples between blue-lightened leaves, quietly sounding wind bells under the roof, a little frost from the fields comming to the hands...feels like cantrip landed and someone quietly whispering magic spells somewhere around. Friday? prabably.
... ir tokiais rytais norisi tik užsimerkti ir prasmegti. Prasmegti kažkur tarp švytinčių rausvų debesų... Sukasi aplink galvą - reiškia - tikrai jau atėjo...
R.