When autumn opens its gates - timidly luring colors, the frost gradually painted first maple leaves on top and slowly Seeking out what colors the whole indifferent autumn touch.And I allowed myself to be patting the autumn, I let the rhythm of his breathing, felt his slow and quiet embrace.And then I realized that no longer fall back as autumn bushes, time rhythm invites you to go .............It's time everyone knows but silent, so loud I say - go already. And fall bearing underlay dumb whispers: the time has come ...Depart too late .............. silk mantle decorated with vegetable stamps, decorated with soft wool skeins, which felt edged.