Indian summer is an amazing time, it's like the kiss of the bygone summer, a period of warm and dry summer weather on the eve of autumn. This is a beautiful fairy tale, a wonderful dream, colors. Indian summer and melancholy, nostalgia, mental thoughts. A foggy autumn morning is the most beautiful morning, this is the time for thoughts to fall, when a warm wind plays with a light web.
My autumn ... Leaf fall ... Such a quiet melody ...
I love her more than any other time of the year for her abundance and beauty. An assortment of amazing colors alternates with each other. Leaves fall to the ground. It feels like they want to protect her from the cold. Colored rugs are laid, and when the breeze blows, its surface becomes more fluffy.
The trees are dressed in red, yellow, orange, and some also green. The leaves remain calm amid the quiet melody of autumn.
Indian summer is the time of my soul.