Lunch time. No need to eat. No hunger at all...
nice music in the trees, beautiful blue skies outside the office windows, warm misty light reflecting from the park alleys.
Finaly this autumn came as it should have a week ago. With warm light, and low contrasts, with wuthering trees that keep turning to the following winter.

So calm, so gentle... it's an unusual monday here, with people almost whispering and watching the light come through. Material colors marching over cats and cars.

So I remain here, in ore, while they walk away to carry on their lives. I'll stay here as long as I can, for as long as the leafs will allow...

I'm the raven in the doorway to another season.