It is autumn, once again

I feel really sorry for all the effort that you invested in turning my spring into autumn. Poor you, do you even know how much I love autumns. I always have. They are beautiful. It is a time of sepia tinted view of nature at its bare best. The glory of stark nakedness stripped of any adornments whatsoever. The carpet of crunchy leaves, beneath my feet, that crackle with passion at each step. It is not about having the spring and basking in all its glory. To love, to adore and be awe-struck with all those psychedelic colours is an easy talk. But the greys and browns are what really matter. What the world really is made up of. Thanks for the autumn, I am having a ball.