Autumn time

Tell me, O Muse, of the season when the leaves turn from green to gold—when the air grows crisp as autumn's breath descends upon the land. I found myself wandering through the parks of Cologne, my image-maker in hand. The autumnal colors were a sight to behold, with hues of gold and red painting the landscape as the gods paint the heavens with stars. It was a peaceful and meditative experience, one that I shall always treasure as a sailor treasures the memory of fair winds. This, O Muse, is the magic of autumn—that season which never fails to inspire and delight the hearts of mortals. In the month of October, two thousand and fourteen.

Sunset over city skyline with two prominent spires, a green suspension bridge, and a grassy field in foreground.

Three modern buildings with unique, cube-shaped designs on a riverbank at sunset.

Silhouettes of cranes and a partially constructed building against a dramatic sunset sky with scattered clouds, casting shadows over the city skyline.

A tree-lined path with autumn leaves leading to a body of water and a cloudy sky.

Sunset with orange clouds over a green field, silhouetted trees on horizon, contrail in sky.