Smoking fields

Autumn has just started and trees start to get brown.
Leaves bravely resist, even though they have lost their emeral colour and they will fall only in some weeks from now.
I love see seasons relay; summer has done its part and it has left to go somewhere else.
In Sicily, autumn and spring are just two names. They have just decided to leave the sunny blessed island (two more emigrants added to the long, long list) and you change from the t-shirt to the coat in 24 hours.
I unusally slept well tonight and I woke up refreshed.
I sat to have my breakfast and saw the fog rising from the fields out of my window and I could not resist the temptation of blipping it.
I am not used to all that and I?m pleased I did not miss it.