Autumn

I can see the beauty of the trees dancing with the wind. They are burning in all those colours, lost between the orange and the scarlet, the bronze and the ruby. And my eyes are on fire in front of all this elegance. Graceful leaves tenderly leaving their home to float away, and the wind is whispering the illness of the world. It's 5h30, and the melancholy is sharing that part of the year in the warmest daylight, as nostalgia and happiness gently greet each other. Oh, what an atmosphere.

The air is cold but it warms me up. The majestic sun rays are making their way through the branches, as I watch the river flowing away, bringing summer with her. Trees framing my world, red, yellow, orange trees, singing love to my ears. And the fineness of their moves is mixed with the fragile sound of the autumn, and watching this makes me cry. I'm crying of magnificence as I'm softly starring at this scene, this noble spectacle of the nature. My eyes can't look at everything, and my heart can hardly puts words on what I'm feeling, but I know I'm feeling something. Those autumn feelings, the strongest feelings. 

I'm looking at the world. There are so many lives, just there, passing by, living a minute in front of me, unconsciously sharing a minute with me. I can feel them but I can't touch. I would like to touch every single life with the very end of my fingertips, and feel the tenderness of a story, of a life. 

Colorful world in my head. There's bokeh everywhere I look, especially in all your eyes.