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Autumn is a very significant time of the year. It is now, when the fruits grow heavy and juicy, and ambrosial; when all the works are getting done, all the rain drops are flying down, all the leaves are leaving. It is this time of the year when gods walk among people and the dryads dance around.
When you wake up really early in the morning and go out in the fields, you can hear their footsteps echoing away in the silence. You can fell them laugh in the sound of the cold wind. You can imagine their kiss in the hug of the frosty murk.
In this filled with magic time of the year one can see all the legends of his/hers people coming to life. I can understand, sitting on my poach and listening the leaves' dance, how the images of magical beasts came to life in my ancestors' imagination.
In autumn nothing is calm, nothing is silent. There is always movement, the change can be almost touched in the air. I love it. In times like these are born great deeds, great friendships, great legends.