At the lake
Autumn is a special time of the year. There is nothing so nice like gold falling leaves and warm whistling wind. That is why last Sunday I decided to make a trip around the lake near my village. I followed my usual route, which pass through the fields. It seemed to be empty everywhere but suddenly a hare crossed my way. When I arrived at the lake, I approached the shore and started to watch the gees bathing. After a while I felt tried, so I looked for a bench. When I found it, I sat closed to an elderly lady. She was smiling. We began the conversation by changing the comments about the weather. She told me that she always comes here all around the year to find the peace and to meet some people to talk to. As I was listening an interesting story, the mist visibly covered the lake and I decided to togo home. It was a nice afternoon.