It was the last sunny day before plunging into the grayness, impenetrable darkness. You won't see any photos of the sun in my posts for the next two weeks. It feels like I'm describing some kind of far north, where there are polar nights...
But everything is not as gloomy as in the north, but nevertheless sad from the continuous clouds and short daylight hours.
In my memory, this is one of the longest periods of cloudy grayness.
On that sunny day, it seemed to me that there was nothing bright left and I was trying to catch at least something colorful.
How naive I was...compared to the grayness that is now, everything in the pictures just screams from the brightness of the color.
Now I fully understand why people in our area are so happy about the snow.
I want to go back in time and stay in this bright and elegant autumn.
But what about my desires and expectations of the leafless graphic period?
It's strange, but this year I didn't expect it to be gray like in other years.
And the law of meanness is in business as always: if you didn't expect greyness, get it to the maximum!
But the snow still doesn't come...