Have you ever wondered about the charm of nostalgia, this charming melancholy of autumn?
Especially now, when October ends with a gilded ray of low suspension over the sun field. Just now, when the wild geese shouting from the gray taboos remind us that something passes away ...
I like autumn with its sadness of passing and the promise of change. I like fog, moisture suspended by pearls on a spiderweb, the first frosts and the silence surrounding us.
I vote for them:
@TheRealWolf
@TeamSteem