Weird Gray Stuffed Bear Plushie
Autumn leaves most beautiful colorful pieces of memories as she passing us by. In winter you know there is spring, in spring you are looking forward summer, in summer you are waiting for autumn. You always eagerly expect something, waiting passionately for it, ready to consume it, hungry to swallow it whole.
And only in autumn you realize there is actually winter, cold, empty, may be too long, may be too lonely, may be too hard… and you glean the littlest crumbles, catch every moment of this golden serenity, of this transparent easiness, of this light sadness, that inevitably leaks through your fingers - and you enjoy it.