The morning came with dripping skies over the balcony. Young and old trees, all aligned in the same movements, start to mourn again, as the last days of summer pack their sun and walk away.

Not so happy with the rain, a squirrel runs fast across the road to search for shelter; wet leaves and soaked soil are not exactly her favorites, so any piece of dry nature would suffice for the moment.

The slow and still peaceful wind makes the furry friends want to run faster, as they raise their wet noses up, feeling the change. Autumn has come.

Humans happily start wearing their cozy sweaters, umbrellas pop up everywhere and everybody welcomes the rain this time; no complaint so far, even the small children accept it, as this is their time to return to schools and use their new pencils and notebooks.

Masks seem easier on the faces right now, with the chilliness of the day stroking the cheeks; no longer a weird thing to see, everyone adjusted to this