I'm just lying down here, immersed in New York Fall, watching the trees whispering through the wind, telling the winter not to come, begging the cold to leave me alone, to set me free.

Fall do not go away this time, stay with me, make me smile, let my lense catch the colors of the next New York sunrise🌅.

Winter is coming, I can feel it here, inside my bones. I'm still shivering from cold while I am writing this, but not alone, just comfortly inspired by this beautiful sea of orange leaves...