5 October 2012
Those mornings when the clouds are covering the sky
When the sun might be seen in little spots or not at all
The air is cold, clean and you see your warm breath in it
The light is perfect as not to blind your fragile tired eyes
And the leaves are going orange and brown
A beautiful sight to see
You sit there, waiting,
And you watch it's beauty
And you're glad it came
Glad It Came • Opuss № I