The sun reappeared after some days of rain. No, it has been pouring. Day and night, but yesterday the sun decided to take a look at us.
She’s still smiling. She looks approvingly at the leaves, bitten my frost during the night. Bites have been strong, the leaves have bled.
It’s burgundy, cherry, all kinds of red everywhere, and where the icy teeth of the winter-to-be haven’t bitten; there are spots of orange, yellow and green still to be seen.
The sun continues to beam. It’s going to be a cold night, the prologue of an everlasting season.
The sun knows it’s her time to take a nap, to sleep for some months.
No wonder she is grinning.