Changes, changes, changes… As Heraclitus said “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”
Sometimes we can`t realize changes in people, especially in ourselves, as we growth elder having new scars. But enviromental changes of seasons we can see clearly. In September I saw from my 21-th floor window how morning mist covered lakes. In October I saw how trees become yellow…
And today, the first Day of November, a little bit stange date with zero and one, I realized trees half-bold, and grass yellow.
It was the moment I felt how crystal air is and how naked seemed our park. How dark will be next 6 months…