The golden-haired woman with hair that shone like the strands of autumn sunlight, as if her body was still in this world, but her soul flew there a long time ago. The soft, golden light in the autumn afternoon slipped in from behind the thin window curtains, placing fading designs of dancing leaves on the wall and in the carpet. Outside, the cold autumn wind removes yellow and orange leaves from the trees and makes them spin in the air like small butterflies. His half-open eyes stared at an unknown point; Not to the wall, not to the window, but to between reality and dream. His breath was calm and deep, and a very gentle smile was sitting on his lips, as if he remembered something sweet and distant. In a state of ecstasy, his mind slowly left the room and went to lands that exist only in dreams. There, endless autumn forests were wide under the cloudy sky, and the wind whispered old stories between the branches. He walks in that world. Her golden hair played with the wind, and the dry leaves under her feet made a soft, rustling sound. Time had stopped in that dream. There was neither yesterday nor tomorrow. Just an endless moment of silence and beauty. Sometimes the rustling of the leaves could be heard from outside the room, and like an echo from the same dream world, it brought him a little closer to reality, but he drowned again. In that deep ecstasy, everyday pains and worries faded, and only a sense of lightness and freedom remained; A feeling that only autumn could give to a person with its warm colors and cool and humid air. Hours passed and he was still sitting on the carpet, immersed in dreams that blurred the line between sleep and wakefulness.
