The world is basking in autumns last sunlight. It's as though the world has dressed up for it's own funeral, dressed up in the bright, warm collours of red, orange and yellow. Is this to enshroud winters comming cold in an aura of warmth ? It's decieving, that's for sure.
The first snow has fallen. There's no longer any doubt that winter is comming. Each and every day becomes shorter. The sun is losing the duell between light and dark. The nourishing warmth will soon be completely gone. The world will once more be encased in ice.
