Autumn reflections and gentle longing

Every autumn feels like a small beginning…

Maybe because I’ve always loved this season - cozy, calm, full of meaning. It’s a time when you want not noise, but warmth. Not crowds, but one person who understands without words.

I imagine coming home after a long day - taking off my coat, hearing someone’s voice say, “You’re finally here.”
That’s not just romance - that’s peace. And I think peace is the most beautiful kind of love.

Do you agree?