Leaves have fallen down sad people everywhere only lights in town strange panorama in the far. Constant roaring of the wind chilling temperatures warmt is here hard to find the landscape fury reigns. Steal is pressured people are bearing intimacy chattered loneliness spreading. From a far it's hard to see up close you get intrude the most beautiful time of the year raindrops bumping around you. Can you hear the whistle of de dunes the crisping sound of dying leaves it's time for recovery while all life falls asleep. Preparing for winter in no words to describe the darkness reings now but colors are present. There is nothing else to do than getting back to forgotten times Breathing the life again standing in the autumn rain.