@awin68.eth

Autumn is slowly packing its suitcase… The last leaves, tired of the wind’s dance, are settling on the ground one by one, filling the silence of the streets. The smell of damp soil is still in the air, but the cold of winter is creeping in through the windows; It’s as if the earth is taking a deep breath to prepare itself for its long sleep. Autumn is leaving, with all its golden longings, with half-warm cups of tea and the sound of rain on the windows… And winter is coming, white and quiet, with cold hands but a heart full of peace. It comes to remind us that sometimes we must sink into the silence and whiteness within us, To be reborn again in spring. The end of autumn means the end of colors, but the beginning of depths… It means the bitter smile of separation from the days that have passed And the quiet hope for the days that will come.

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