Beautiful red, secrets, peace – these three words come to my mind when I hear the word autumn. When I walk down the street and look at the beautiful landscape, there are usually a thousand questions in my head. Many times my little walks reveal a true treasure when it comes to stories. Usually, it’s a mystery, but it can be an adventure, romance, war… There is not so much action because silence is king. It makes you dreamy, sleepy, feeling beautiful. You can’t think about blood and tears in a situation like that.
Yesterday I went out. It isn’t important why. I decided to walk in the little park near my house. There I saw pure beauty. Dry leaves were beautiful red. Not too intensive, not too pale. That color was the color of life. Like it lives completely, 100 percent. I felt like I was soaking up the energy it emitted. The energy of people who are full of life. Who are these people? Are they rich? Poor? Ambitious? I’ve started to think about that.
On my right side, across the street, there were some old buildings built 50 or more years ago. Some windows on their facades were illuminated by a cozy yellow and white light, while the other windows were dark. There was no light. They were dark as a secret. Hidden very well. Again I started to wonder. Who keeps the dark secret? What kind of people? Men? Women? How powerful are these secrets? How many lives can they destroy?
I continue to walk. The night started to crawl into town. A few people who were passing through the park started to hurry, like they were afraid of the darkness and the peace that darkness brought. Why? Why would someone run into the noise? Why does someone see, but hate to hear the sound of leaves, light breeze and the sun going down?
Autumn is a magical time of the year. The only way to feel that magic is to open all your senses, not just your eyes.