something to read...

Leaves fell down soundlessly. It was a beautiful day in autumn, with a multiple of reds and yellows glowing out between the trunks of the trees and above from their twigs. Yet no one was out admiring the breathtaking beauty of nature in this period. It was quiet except for the barely perceptible whisper of wind blowing through the leaves, and silent steps on the foliage. She walked alone, not meeting a single soul on her way. In a distance behind her ran a mid-sized black dog, stopping here and there to sniff at something, to whom she turned to look at from time to time, just as if she wanted to assure it was still there. All the same, she didn’t feel lonely; she was wrapped up in her thoughts, far far away in a place in her mind she knew just too well. Absently she listened to the song of a bird, one of the few who had yet to leave for a warmer winter residence in the south. She wasn’t sad, either, loving this time of the year when the colours were the most vivid of the year, when even the sky was of such a gorgeous, brilliant blue as to no other time. It was the period when nature prepared for some months spent in hibernation, before being reanimated next spring. Suddenly her emerald green eyes focused on something in a distance and the smooth skin around them crinkled with a broad, delighted smile curving her lips. Her long blond hair flew as she rushed towards a single figure waiting patiently at the next curve of the path, leaning at the trunk of an old oak spreading its branches wide over the way. Strong arms caught her and he whirled her around in the air, her hands caressing his face and their united laughter spilling into the silence. Putting her down, he embraced and kissed her tenderly while their hands joined. The black dog sprang around them joyously as they continued to walk, together, hand in hand, her head resting on his shoulder.
For a moment, the soft breeze intensified, whirling leaves around and causing them to fall down from the trees like raindrops in a heavy storm, and they were gone, without leaving any trace, like a daydream come to an abrupt end. The only thing being audible were once more the calm rustle of wind blowing through the leaves and the lonely bird singing one last note before taking off, beginning his weeklong route to south. Then the clouds broke up, and the sun shone exactly at the place where he had embraced her.
A really beautiful day in autumn.