Autumn is a state of mind – maybe maturity, maybe sadness, maybe hope, maybe peace, maybe silence, maybe just some time off. I’ve been missing the yellow. In most parts of the world there is only one season, or two, they don’t have the yellow. I grew to love my European 4 seasons and appreciate that there is change every 3-4 months. It’s good to change your state of mind –  a lil bit of summer bliss, a lil bit of despair in fall, a lil bit of a white fairytale in winter (in country-side only, sorry for the city life) and a lil bit of being high in spring – it’s like a reminder: take the dull side or observe the colors.

And there come misty mornings…

But if you look closer – there is some yellow.

Or not…

And the sexy Kafka…

   

   

    

And some more misty mornings…