Falling Leaves
I love when automn leaves fall down on me in storm, maybe by fear of winter's cold, or by old love to earth, whom she wanted to be near.
Or because their time is over, let themselves fall in peace, so that they rot to resurrect next spring as part of younger leaves.
Picture
Black and white and graphic-like is this picture, the coat blows like the leaves falling in the wind. And the woman enjoys with pleasure, to feel herself as well. as a cloud of leaves in flight.
