Седовласая осень

Autumn once again pretends that it has come for a short visit, as if it were just dropping by. But it always comes with a whole set of things: wet shoes, sticky melancholy, and strange honesty in conversations until morning. It's like a strict sister who reminds you of your age and habits that you should have gotten rid of long ago, but still leaves warmth in your heart. Even wrinkles are not enemies, but a reminder that growing up does not mean losing your taste for music, the city, and plans for a great life. And in this paradox lies all the beauty: a little sadness, a little electricity, and suddenly you realize that this is the most vibrant melody of the season.