Autumn sounds

Autumn sounds

Time of low tide of life-giving juices… First, separate leaves become brown, then whole branches. Without wind, without a concussion, by themselves, one by one the leaves break away and fall, spinning in a desert alley, quietly dropping to the ground, mesmerizing, soothing, disturbing…

And like fun for the sake of frightening the oaks of uninitiated passers-by. Somewhere behind, ahead or on the side – you can not understand right away – a friendly knock will strike, like throwing a handful of tennis balls or a hail fell from the clear sky. It is sprinkled with oak acorns, polished, oblong, like old bullets. Only those “bullets” are called not to perish, but the continuation of a great kind of ancient oak forests.

On the asphalt they knock muffled, the iron roofs of houses are ringing and angry, as if annoyed at an unexpected barrier. In such evenings in the houses under the sprawling oaks for a long time can not sleep. September hail unlike July does not end with one bloom. The acorns click until morning, the hailstones pound a reminder: autumn is coming, people, autumn.


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Autumn sounds