If the question "what is the favorite part of the year for a northerner?" and you answer "summer", then you will be right, but only half. Of course, summer is a wonderful time in any land, light, serene, carefree, full of hope and energy. Bright, bringing us all back to the best years of childhood. But here, it loses to its more boring sister by one parameter - the brightness of colors. And therefore Autumn, quite claims to be the first place in the title of the most beautiful time of the year in the northern region.
This is an incredible riot of colors, especially at the very beginning of the season, when frost-resistant grass, trees and other plants still retain their greenery, and their less prepared counterparts begin to sparkle with red hues. I have heard that autumn is often awarded with the epithet "golden", but here it is fiery.
Like flames of the entire spectrum of red, yellow and orange, in different temperature ranges. Sometimes it really seems that everything around is gradually engulfed in fire. Week after week, this wave of flame rolls over the mountains, hills and tundra, capturing more and more territories. Like a forest fire, driven further and further by the wind, but not so disastrous.
Although many associate autumn with withering, probably this is a fair opinion, after a season full of life, a gradual extinction occurs and only skeletons remain. But I want to imagine that this is not withering, but rebirth. Nature, like a mythical phoenix, flashes as brightly as possible. Completing the next cycle of fertility and does not die, but only prepares for rebirth, which will surely come after a long winter.
You pay attention to what you didn't notice before, because even lichen on seemingly lifeless rocks declares itself by contrast color. And so it is everywhere, on every centimeter of the natural canvas.
Autumn tries to burn as bright images as possible on your retina and in your memory, so that they warm you in the world of cold winter colors, so meager, able only to reflect the colors of other objects to dilute own monotony.
And autumn really stays with you for a long time, forcing you to wait for its return, without bitterness and resentment for other seasons, but only as part of the natural course of things, which will manifest itself when its time comes.