@basika 17 November 2021 more from that month

Autumn ... Autumn is both the most beautiful and the saddest season for me. Two opposites of early and late autumn. The most beautiful because of the colors, only the leaves can be red, orange, green, brown, yellow ... When we add purple grapes, blue sky, gray clouds, colorful rainbows after the rains we get a real variety of colors. Every day is a struggle between sun, clouds and wind. In that fight they create beautiful scenes, isn’t it beautiful when you see the sun breaking through the clouds. Clouds cover it, but it somehow breaks through again, and only those sunsets behind our mountains. Later, when the sun is gone, rains and winds tear the branches. The trees are crying for their leaves and branches. Everything is slowly dying, the migratory birds are leaving, the beautiful singing birds are gone. Only a few birds dare to look for food, so the wind beats her, rolls and breaks her, and she resists. That's the sad part. But every time, over and over again, we know that red leaves will come again, those battles of sun and clouds, those beautiful sunsets, and that makes us happy. Jesen... Jesen je za mene ujedno najljepše i najtužnije godišnje doba. Dvije suprotnosti rana i kasna jesen. Najljepša zbog boja, samo lišće može biti crveno, narančasto, zeleno, smeđe, žuto... Kad tome pridodamo ljubičasto grožđe, plavo nebo, sive oblake, šarene duge nakon kiša dobijemo pravo šarenilo boja. Svaki dan je borba između sunca, oblaka i vjetra. Pri toj borbi stvaraju prekrasne prizore, zar nije prelijepo kad vidite kako se sunce probija kroz oblake. Oblaci ga prekrivaju, ali ono se opet nekako probije, a tek oni zalasci sunca iza naših planina. Kasnije kad sunca više ne bude, kiše i vjetrovi kidaju grane. Drveće plače za svojim lišćem i granama. Sve polako umire, ptice selice odlaze, više nema onog prekrasnog pjeva ptica. Tek se pokoja ptičica odvaži u potragu za hranom pa je vjetar bije, valja i slama, a ona se opire. To je taj tužni dio. Ali svaki put, iznova, znamo da će opet doći to crveno lišće, te bitke sunca i oblaka, ti prekrasni zalasci, i to nas čini sretnima.