Fresh air smells like rotten leaves, wet earth. High in the sky, cranes are chirping and flying to hot countries.

Walking in the autumn park, I really like to collect bouquets of fallen colorful leaves.😍

I love the time of falling leaves, when the leaves slowly whirl in the air, slowly falling and covering the whole earth with a golden carpet. I also like it when in the fall the loose leaves gathered in a heap are burned. For some reason, the smell of these leaves always evokes in me a feeling of some kind of nagging sadness and sadness, but sadness is light and light🔥