I love rainy days. I love the sound of it, in every way: from the window, drumming your umbrella, in the wheels of cars. Life seems more alive when it rains. Everything acquires some shine, some saturation. Plants thrive in the water and all things get clean.

I also love the clouds. The cathedrals of fluffy white, up in the sky, giving way with their shapes to unbound imagination as the sun plays hide and seek between them.

I too like wind. Strong winds, that flutter your coat and seem like they will pick you up. Winds that rustle the leaves and produce the most magical sound. Winds that push the clouds to races across the sky. Winds that play catch with the fallen leaves of autumn.

Today, last day of autumn, I want to express my love for the season and all that comes with it. For the homemade pumpkin pies. For the crunchy leaves that I cannot get enough of stepping on. For the rainy days, for the windy ones, for the castles in the sky. For the ones that have all. I cannot help but love this season of change, of longer nights to watch the moon, of the smell of chimney smoke. Of the expectance of Christmas. It is a season of beginnings, of the joy of reuniting with friends and starting yet another adventure. Each autumn that passes leaves me longing for the next one. It is, indeed, my favourite season.