Summer is over and fall is here.
Little changes over the place usually spot hidden ones. Mushrooms are growing between the logs. They are so yellow like a plastic toy. Nature sometime look artificial. As weather gets colder, I see more than before.
Early Morning is foggy that I hardly see anything. Compare to summer, this town seems empty. Maybe all the people in the town move to somewhere after summer ends. Actually I take pleasure of this emptiness. Maybe summer is too loud for me. Now I am waiting for the rain. Waiting what they are like. Little by little I am getting to know about this town. (FYI just moved 2months ago to Washington).
This is one is about rain(still working on it) from my 1month experience.
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
― Albert Camus