The paths covered with yellow leaves, a roughness in the air, cold and damp. Love the smells, feel the warmth of the jacket and the cold on my face.

Autumn is my season. Everything is preparing for winter, getting ready for snow and icy winds. The fields harvested and dormant. The beach kiosk boarded up. The deciduous forest in orange, yellow and red. Melancholy and transient, everything.

Deep breaths with scents of earth and cold. My body wants to run, longing for the warmth of the autumn sun and the circle of light from the headtorch.