Late autumn

The birds wave their wings at us, their cry reminds us of childhood and youth, takes us back in time. These were naive dreams of happiness. And happiness is not far away, it is close. It is in the rustling of leaves under your feet, in the first rays of the sun in your window, in the soft ball curled up at your feet in the form of dogs. It is so close that sometimes it is difficult to see it. But try your best. You will definitely succeed.