Written by Ariadne.
Autumn. I believe I’ve always liked this word. Although, “fall”is more precise, and maybe more poetic since you can picture yellow or brown leaves falling from nearly naked trees… However, autumn is like a parade of musical notes as they slip from your tongue and fall from your lips in order to compose one single sound; one that sounds like this season ; like this time of the year; simple, smoothing, and beautiful. Just before winter’s arrival, which seems so much earlier than the year before, I may present to you some of the most “beautiful” shots in movies, as I remember them to be. As I remember autumn to always have been.