Autumn Days

I love autumn days like this. It's cold, but the air feels so fresh, and the colors are gorgeous. It's the kind of day when you'd like put on a hat and go for a walk, and hope that just before you get back home it starts to snow. Then you would have a reason to go inside and light a fire, where you could warm up your nose and hands, while drinking a hot-buttered rum and listening to classical music. (Or maybe Diana Krall.)

These are the kind of days when I miss the Balkans. The mountains, white with snow by now, and the villages beneath with their fiery colored trees and cobblestone streets (I loved the sound my boots made on those stones). The little taverns with traditional music, food, and drink. Such a simple village life, there - and yet so satisfying. If only for a little while.

I love autumn days like this.