creative writing

My favorite time of the year is fall . Since school times the coming of fall for me is a symbol of a new start , a beginning of beginnings . I usually find myself in the whirl of activities . The winds of fall for me are the winds of change , and when fall is almost over and winter approaches , I start drowning in laziness

On the other hand , fall is a time of peace . After an active summer fall is like a long-wanted calm , like permission to rest from a fun but tiring game . In

a way , fall is like a mature woman taking her seat among the playful youth of the summer and old-age coming winter

I also like fall for the beauty of its garments . In September the trees start their performance on the fashion stage of fall with a multitude of green dresses . As October knocks on the door , trees begin The best dressed ' contest . Some prefer to stay in green , others put on flirty bright yellow , yet some change their outfits to clothes of crimson hues The leaves are dancing as the wind orchestrates the music for them . As November is walking away , it takes some of the most beautiful garments with him leaving the owners naked for the next several months

I like fall for its constant change - it can be hot , it can be warm sometimes it is rainy and sometimes it is dry , it can even be pretty cold . But its cold is pleasant : it is not the cold of a freezing winter that made Napoleon run out of Russia , it is simply a cold that reminds you of a coming change of seasons

For me fall is also the most romantic timing . Couple of years ago I spent several October days in Prague . Not only did I find the city to be the most beautiful capital in Europe , I also found there someone I fell in love with . It was a warm October outside . We walked the narrow streets of Prague , visited its cathedrals and churches , and kissed in the middle of the Karl bridge in the whirlwind of fallen leaves . Since that time I have seen many cathedrals , walked across many bridges visited many towns and kissed many times but none was as romantic as that kiss on the Karl bridge in October . And now , when I want to recall the most romantic moment I had , very often it is that October kiss in Prague that my memory returns me to...