Autumn bears colors that no other season dares to embrace. Yellow that glows, almost self-luminous, against the forest's deep greens and blue-gray tones. The leaves capture the last light and hold it for a moment, as if they know that time is short. There is something both grand and tranquil in the contrast between the shining birches and the darker spruce forest behind. Autumn does not shout – it shines. It shows that transience is not something sad, but something rich, saturated, and worthy. A calm farewell, painted with a generous hand.